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His footsteps echoed hauntingly in the empty hallways of the dungeon as he walked through them. Besides the stomping of his boots against the stone floor there was no other sound; all cells were empty of prisoners and there was no need to have Soldiers guarding empty cells.

Thoren exhaled sharply at this thought. He was the only one relegated to that kind of lowly job and all because of that stupid anonymous denounce. He knew the Arenas were illegal, that they went against everything he believed in, but he needed something to help him relieve the stress of so many months without a real fight. It was safe, everyone had told him; there was no way anyone would ever find them. He had been betrayed by someone from the inside, he was sure of that. But the worst was that they had dragged his brother down with him.