Every light still casts a shadow, and there are few shadows darker than that cast by the Holy City of Tolspire.

Within the slums of the self proclaimed 'City of God,' mobs of those who stand in worship during the sermons of their prophet let out their inner demons as they cry for the blood of criminals and heretics to be spilled in battle.

The Church of Tyr proclaims that a sentence to the fighting pits is reserved for only the gravest of crimes or the foulest of unholy creatures...but try explaining that to the tiefling shoemaker or the half-orc librarian as they get thrown to the pit with a blade in their hand, simply for being nonhuman.