As the evening deepened into a dark, moonless night, Knight Captain Aaron Coulson carefully rose from his sparse but serviceable bed. The dimming light from the corridor barely penetrated the darkness of his room. With a practiced silence, he paused, listening intently to the rhythmic breathing of his captors, confirming they were soundly asleep. Only then did he make his move, approaching the fortified door of his so-called 'room' a cell slightly more dignified than a dungeon but secured just as thoroughly.