The dungeon was unlike any prison he'd spent time in, and he had the misfortune of visiting a few in his travels as a sellsword. Kayden was disheveled and dirty, but he supposed he should just thank the Gods he was alive and merely imprisoned. At least for now, he thought to himself. Fingering the ring on his opposite hand idly, he leaned against the wall and had nearly fallen asleep when he heard the scream echoed across the stone. 

He jolted awake, and peered through the bars of his cage as the man was hauled off. The disguised prince almost couldn't believe his eyes when he saw who walked along the cages. He knew of Dulcena, and had heard more than a few unsettling rumors of the admittedly comely woman. He watched with interest as various figures agreed to accompany her on whatever mission she was asking for. 

When she approached him, he sighed and stood up, brushing himself off and meeting her gaze. "If it gets me out of here, I'll do whatever you need." He said, fingers intertwined in his lined leather belt. "I accept." His voice was strong, showing his resolve had not been tempered with time in this dark dungeon.