Yulen knew how dark, suffocating, and unhealthy the dungeon was. It wasn’t fit to house anyone for more than a few days, much less years.
Years.
His heart cringed, the thought of those Mutah having to live down there nearly made him vomit.
His intent was to get them out of that hell hole, but common sense told him he couldn’t take that step. Not yet. Not at this point. His soldiers and the townspeople wouldn’t stand for it. It would be a too sudden a move, and they would revolt. They would react violently if he released those they considered to be the enemy. If Karv needed a good reason to wrench the title of battle lord from Yulen, that act would definitely tilt the scales in the second’s favor.
But he had an idea how he might be able to free the Mutah and also placate the soldiers an
