"I would have expected nothing less," Dulcena replied to the half orc.  She knew more of this one than he might suspect.  Sigmar Shield, renowned warrior, easily worth ten lesser men on the battle field.  Pity that he'd sworn an oath to Lady Celina instead of her, he might not have fallen so far otherwise.  

Rumor had it that the two had been lovers, but that Celina had taken another to her bed and Sigmar had killed them both in a fit of rage.  

Naught but rumors, of course.  Dulcena had started them herself.  Half-orcs were notorious for their ill-tempers and though unconfirmed, her spies thought there might be more than a strictly professional relationship between Sigmar and Celina.  It covered up the work of her hired assassin easily enough.  If only the woman hadn't come before the high council and outright accused Dulcena of sorcery!  She'd brought it on herself, really.  

Dulcena's features reflected nothing of her thoughts as she unlocked the half-orc's shackles.

She continued down the line, repeating her question to each of the remaining prisoners.