Kyden walked into Seles, and could have sworn he saw a ghost.  A woman walking down the street wielding a scythe that looked eerily familiar.  He decided to tail her to get a closer look, and saw people tossing food at her like she was a freak.  Kyden's knuckles were solid white from clenching hard.  But he kept in the shadows a bit longer.  He had to be sure.  He saw her walk into the inn, and heard: "We don't serve you finners here."  Kyden's eyes went wide with disbelief!  It was her! But how. . .

"Caelyn! It is you!  But how did you escape!?  I saw you go under the water."  He wrapped the woman up in an embrace tightly.  She spun around with a puzzled look on her face.  "It's me Kyden, don' you remember me?!"