In a dark cell, chained, sat a broken man. Footsteps thumped down the hastily built hallway leading to his lonely cell. Heavy footsteps bore the burden of the man who had killed his father, the king. A flickering light finally bounced energetically against the far wall beyond the cell bars its energy contrasting that of the defeated chained soldier. The kingslayer emerged with a torch and a bowl. He placed the pitch-covered stick in a holder on the wall opposite the candle.