Faramanth sat bent over on an iron cot in a damp, dark dungeon, staring blankly into space. The man was almost broken due to imprisonment and torture, but still remained unconvinced and did not go over to Urfin’s side. The gate guard, who along with Dean Gior had always been an example of masculinity, heroism and selflessness, now looked extremely pathetic, sitting on an iron cot and chained to the wall, sitting in rumpled and dusty clothes, emaciated and pale. Even green glasses could not hide the emptiness of his eyes...