Aim didn't think he could not remember. His days had been filled with the same routine for who knows how long and they had carved themselves deeply into his memory.
"The last time I saw him, he was being kicked into pit #3225-a for trying to snuggle up to one of the torturers." That croc-riding hippie was odd and nobody knew how he'd ended up here with them or why he was still alive... Why hadn't anyone tried to sell him?
Casting a sideways glance at Berith, the torch-bearer chuckled. "What don't you consider hard work, Berith?"