Why on earth would you design a prison with skylights? No one but the Kirin Tor know the answer. At least Ripps of Khaz Modan was thankful for the light inside the Violet Hold. He'd been feeling a bit peaky, what with all the hours spent in dungeons and icy fields, nowhere conducive to putting down roots, and his leaves were beginning to wilt. A blast of concentrated sunlight would feel better than a million elixirs. Now if only the rest of the raid would stop dying long enough for him to make his way into the sunbeam.