The dungeon, that's what most of the men and him called it down here. It wasn't well lit either, a sigh escaped a mans lips. Aiden looked around from his holding cell, the games were soon to come though he didn't like fighting other men he did it to survive.

A Celt would never go down without a fight and that's what he would do, he didn't know what was in store for him oit was always different than the last. Shaking his head, "I will fight till I fall." It was a quiet promise to himself mostly he wanted out of this wretched place.