Darius's lanistas dragged Dael out of the cell and herded him down the tunnel to one of the empty cells where they held prisoners awaiting execution by combat.
They shoved him into a cell and locked the gate after him. The two robed figures followed along, and they remained outside the gate.
Dael knew the rules: don't speak until spoken to. He crossed his wrists behind his back and bowed his head, waiting.
"They call you the Adder, do they?"
He brought his head up sharply. "Osbert?"
The shorter of the robed figures drew back his hood. "Dael - it is you."
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