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Razol winced as the hood was taken off. The light stinging his eyes. Taking a moment for his eyes to adjust. [color=8A2BE2]"So, these are the other prisoners."[/color] He said to no one in particular. Looking down and shaking his head in disgust. He had sensed them in the cells, where he had been for centuries. At least. Razol had lost track of time in there. These people were recent additions to the prison but could become friends in time. Maybe. 
Looking up at the King. Flashing a smile. [color=8A2BE2]"Isn't it obvious."[/color] He said with a slight chuckle. His mind wasn't quite what it was when he was captured. Hundreds of years in the dark alone tended to do that to you. [color=8A2BE2]"At least make my execution exciting."[/color] The way Razol saw it, the only reason he would be brought out of his cell was to be executed. [color=8A2BE2]"Burning at the stake is so pedestrian. Beheading, so gauche."[/color] He said looking around at the Knights. A smile still on his face. He had accepted his death. Turning quickly back to the King. [color=8A2BE2]"I do love a spectacle. What will it be?"[/color]