"They usually do better than the slaves tossed to them in the ring." Dorian said with a hint of distaste. It was one thing to make trained warriors and mages fight but executing criminals and run away slaves by feeding them to lions and other beasts never sat well with him.

He shrugs a shoulder. "It's possible they dream, they are Fade spirits. Nothing wrong with them going between the golem and the Fade. I never studied it in detail. I was more interested in death." A chilling but true statement. Necromancy was a fascinating field. It required much more skill than throwing balls of fire around.

Dorian glances out the window to see where the sun has gone. "Late, I'd imagine. Perhaps we should both consider sleep."