Golden Glade Monster That I Despise

As Wren spoke, Nyra visibly lightened up, softened even. 
"You're correct, I am one of the Saints. Nyra, the Harbinger, second in command to Kynareth and Derg." The Harbinger confirmed with a small smile, further listening, further watching. 
"A spar? I'm always willing. If you'd like, I could probably escort you to the Strath and see about you joining our ranks? It would be a good opportunity for gaining combat experience." Nyra said all this as she moved, loosening her body up with stretches and rolls and as she took her stance. 
"You can tell me if you accept once we finish our spar, if you'd like." She inclined her head once, allowing Wren the first move.