"Why are you interrupting the games?" he growls One of the guards quickly speaks. "Forgiveness, Lord Iragor, your brother Luxor sends a gift." Iragor looks at you "oh I see, fine, you sit here." he gestures at the floor by his throne. "And be quiet until the gladiators are finished, I don't want to be interrupted again." A gaurd pushes you down into the spot Iragor told you to sit. Unable to catch yourself with your arms tied behind your back, you are left sprawled at the demon kings feet.
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