Ara heard footsteps coming down the corridor and without looking he already knew who it was, he had smelled his scent from afar. The king had come to the dungeons to announce his punishment.
When Kael got to Ara's cell, he looked at him through the bars of the dingy cell. Ara was seated on the bare floor with silver chains hanging from his wrists, his neck and his hand. The chains were anchored to the wall and in the flickering light of the cell one could make out burn marks around the cuffs. He did not raise his head or acknowledge Kael when he heard him come to a stop before him.
Kael examined him for a moment but did not say a word either and instead turned to the guard and held out his hand.
The guard placed what looked like a parcel wrapped in cloth in his hands and Kael slowly unwrapped the cloth to reveal a knife with an old looking wooden handle and a wicked looking thin silver blade.
