"Prison... Arena... Only a portion of the truth, friend." Comes a voice from the darkness.

Shuffling forward, a gaunt, pale-skinned humanoid looks you in the eyes. He has dark, sleepless-looking eyes, thin, pale lips, and slightly pointed ears. You think that he may be a half-elf, although he is considerably taller than any you have known.

"I've been here for far too long, friend. Never doing well enough to be crowned champion, never poorly enough to earn death. I want out, and I believe that we can escape together, if we do everything just right..."

[[Roll to Sense Motive, text me your result, and I'll let you know if you pass. :) ]]