He was so deep inside the earth and under the capital that he could feel the damp and cold through the walls.

A large golden fire lit the room, and it flamed the shadows danced off the collection of torture implements that were scattered around the room, but even the heat from the fire wasn’t enough to warm him. Attached to a steel chair in the corner was a man. Bound behind with his hands, his head was able to hang low and his long white hair hanging lower yet. Sasha having began to un-do his cloak, took it off and hung it on a hook on the wall. Underneath he wore more black; his clothes were simple top and trousers and clung perfectly to his figure.

He signalled for another to go and untie the man and move him to the centre of the room. He waited for them to do so and when they had he walked up to the man and lifted his head. He looked him up and down. This man had been beaten many times, the marks on his arms and face showed hours of violence. if it wasn’t for his white hair he would look young.