Muffled echos of a distant battle rang out overhead. The stone walls of the lower holding cells seemed to quake with the force of the fight. Rows upon rows of metal holding cells held many a creature. Dragons, fae, goblins, gnolls. One gnoll to be specific. As Rokkak sat in the corner of his cell, listening to the duel overhead, the sound of metallic footfalls slowly grew louder behind him. He knew what that sound meant, that sound haunted his nightmares, it was time for his next battle.