Oryn woke up with gravel beneath him and the murky gray sky above him. He had definitely been in the cell before he closed his eyes but he decided he would rather not know how Kazimir had managed to get him out without waking him.
There was no telling how much lapiz the vampire actually had or even if he was willing to use some of that to poison him. Oryn wouldn’t put it past him, vampires were a sneaky conniving bunch.
“I’m going to tell you a story lad,” there was a loud clinking sound and suddenly the world came into focus. He heard the loud cheers of the audience above them and sat up warily. They were in an amphitheater atop uneven ground, Kazimir had just dropped a steel sword near where Oryn lay a wicked glint in his eyes. “It is the tale of a great hero,” he dipped his o
