"Actually, Sir Thomas, if you would just a moment I would like to ask a question," Wallace turned to follow Thomas and froze when he spoke, knowing full well the gangplank down which he was walking. His stomach had tied itself in knots, and even where he stood he felt the rough wood of the guillotine around his neck. Then more than ever he realized his incredible luck in bringing along Gareth, the advantage the young squire was even if for the moment he was only a witness. He could proceed with impunity, even if it was playing his hand. "This morning you arrested Feril Tatchet. She is an innocent courier, I am curious to know what her involvement with this entire affair is." He said, nodding his head and grinning at Thomas. Of course, it meant that he knew Feril Tatchet and was perhaps involved with her plight, but the actual contents of her parcel were likely lost to the darkness at this point. A third, unseen party, an Arcarti ironically, had opened that letter and received their warning, and as yet he'd not seen it resurface.