Introductions are in order.

"Greetings great warriors of Hyboria." The Stygian sorcerer gives a pretentious bow as he enters the center of the pentagram and looks over his prisoners. "It is my pleasure to finally have you all as my guests in this sacred temple."

"You know doubt wish to understand why I have brought you here, and what your fate will be." The wizard turns and addresses each of the chained men while ignoring Sonja. "Yet considering how prestigious are those now assembled, introductions are surely in order." Thoth-Amon then moves to each pillar and announces his unwilling guests.

The first is a yellow skinned Khitani, who looks in his late twenties and is larger and more toned than the norm of his race. "This is Kang-shu," the wizard states, "once considered a prodigy of the warrior monks of the Temple of Shi-Yun, famed for his martial prowess with weapons and without, until his forbidden romance with a novice nun lead to his exile."

The second prisoner is an handsome man with a roguish face, tanned skin with a wiry, but muscular body. By the gray streaks in his hair Sonja guesses he must be in his forties and of all the warriors he seems the least concerned by his captivity and even gives the redhead a suggestive wink. "This is Rimondo the pirate, now turned swordmaster and currently the chief instructor of the Mordorian School of the Blade in the city of Kordova in Zingara."

Next is the most muscular man Sonja has ever seen. Numerous battle scars crisscross his powerful black frame that looks to be of thirty years. A wild glare of pure hatred at being confined gleans in his eyes. "This is Za'keer the Kushite, and recently retired champion from the gladiatorial colosseum in Tarantia, Aquilonia."

"Our final honored guess," the Stygian stops in front of a man in fifties, with a noble face, calculating eyes and weather tan skin, "is Kaius Venarius, an Ophirian centurion. He is the most decorated solider of the kingdom, known for his tactical acumen and skill with the sword, whether on foot or horse."

Walking back into the center of the pentagram the sorcerer ignores the she-bandit. "My apologizes," he says with a snake like nod, "I hadn't the time to procure the famed Hyrkanian bandit-lord, Sinja Firehair. One of his camp followers will have to do, at least she is pretty to look at, which will be to your advantage."