He is alive.

     You can never believe in a million years whom I saw in the arena. I saw the woman Faustine. And not three ehn later. I saw my Master. No. not the kennel Master or Dagon. But Tarm. He was wrapped in chains. The chains of a slave. He had several marks on his back like he had seen more of the whip then he had carred to. He is owned. By a woman no less and forced to work in the salt mines of Kilma. Can you believe my Master has fallen slave? He tried to make me leave his feet. For mine and his own safety Im sure. But he tried to push me away. I told him I would not go. Hell I was even already plotting the demise of this woman who owned him. Maybe I could find Viper... and he would bite her for me. He is someone else I miss. The little bugger but let us not get off course. I was not sure it could even be him, until he took me in his arms and kissed me like I had dreamed of being kissed for moons. I could of died there on the spot the happiest slave. But then he left me there. He was getting called by the guardsmen sent for him. I wanted to shoot them both in the back with a cross bow or something. My Master is Tarm of Ar. A man who fought bravely for his city for years upon years. A man I love, and would die for three times over. He is strong and brave and valiant and honorable. He does not deserve to be a slave. Im sure one day he will tell me the story of how he became such. Until then I will wait near the arena when time allows and wait to see him if only to watch him pass.