Dregoth's templars insisted that the city have
an arena even though the Dread King himself cared little
for such mundane sport. To the nobles and merchants of
the time, the city would not have been complete without
such a complex, so Dregoth approved its construction to
appease them.
Underneath the southern seating section are slave pens
filled with dozens of near-mummified bodies behind thick
wooden bars. Only a few escaped the crude prisons. The
rest were trapped and left to die when the mass exodus
occurred.
None of these bodies pose any danger to adventurers.
They are all simply and plainly dead. The scene should
be shocking, however. These men and women died
horribly from thirst and starvation. Many still clutch the
unyielding bars with bony grips, others appear to have
killed each other in madness. It was the lucky few who
died outright when the sorcerer-kings sucked in life energy
to power their spells.