Tar paced his cell, running through his head the events of the past few days. One moment he had been preparing for the coming day's campaign, and the next moment he found himself waking up in this cell. He had quickly surmised that he had been drugged from someone who must have crept into his room. The skill with which he had been abducted was impressive.<br/><br/>Unlike most prison cells, this one was quite large and contained not only weapons, but other martial training gear. Tar was informed that he was now the "guest" of Kiraxis, on his private island. Soon, he would be expected to fight for the pleasure of Kiraxis' patrons.<br/><br/>The captain of the guard, a large, portly man named Bardus, spelled out the rules with a grim smile. "Our previous champion bit the dust last week, so lucky for you. A minotaur ripped his head off and shit down his neck," Bardus said with a grin. It was impossible to tell whether he was joking or not.<br/><br/>Food was brought by serving girls, slaves who kept their eyes low and voices silent. The food was quite good, lots of meat, water and wine. It was clear to Tar that he was expected to be in the best shape possible for what was to come.<br/><br/>The next day Bardus appeared at his cell. "You fight later today. What do you want for a weapon? And armor, what'll it be?"