Grungy and damp, a hole in the ground filled with remains of the fallen. A pungent odor rises from the opening, warding off anyone nearing the area. Ivory spikes with brownish red tips line the outside of the pit.
bone pit, Outside Temple
juror
ancient king
I am the ancient king from a neighboring kingdom. I walk slowly and with purpose. I have a beard down to my waist and large ears.
I must say, this is my first ever visit to a bone pit. Well there isn't much to see, sir, except a lot of tragedy and death. What are you doing here juror? Are you here on official business or is this a place of pleasure for you? Official business, not much pleasure to derive here. Just riffling through the remains to match some of it. Ahh, what about this torturer? Is he a friend of yours?  No, I don't know this man at all. Why do you ask? He looks very skilled at his work judging from all the bodies here. I was hoping you would introduce me to him. Are these bodies all his doing?  I thought you would know better than I. I am usually not hands on in these types of matters. Well every single time that I have been here, this man has never been present. Hmm, that is very strange. Perhaps he is new. In my kingdom I have heard stories of our torturers driving hot spikes into the eyeballs of their victims.  Well it would appear by all of this blood that he is most certainly the culprit!