"Understood." David replied, he saw no reason to argue with Gunther, and surely Johann had a good reason for asking him to stay here.
Thoughts swimming in his mind, David sat in the unlit stone room, the cold stone of the wall against his back, his sword leaning against his side, facing towards the door.
Whatever this danger was, if it did come his way, he would be ready.
Sitting alone in the windowless room, David sat and listened to Gunther's voice booming out, announcing the beginning of another match, the death of a fighter, the victory of another.
On and on, it continued, until even the faint light that filtered in from under the door faded.
The entire night, David stayed awake, watching the door. The chorus of the crowd and booming voice of Gunther had been replaced by the muffled sounds of those fighters that stayed overnight.
Faint snores, the sound of whetstones scraping against metal, grunting and squeaking.
