Prologue

"What do you think?"

"Oh hells, he's big enough, just put him in. Maybe he can bring in a few coins before he falls."

"Karlan, he's young, barely 18. You really think he can survive long in the arena?"

"Hah, do you really think I care if he can survive? All that matters is that he puts up a fight, and judging by the bruises on those who have attacked him in the pits, I would say he might make it a few days."

"Fine, I'll have the guards move him to the fighter cells immediately."

"You sympathize too much Randall, they all are criminals, and they deserve whatever we give them."

"Whatever you say old friend."