[h3][center]Kaden Tobler[/center][/h3]

Once Agael released him, Kaden took a few moments to collect himself, both mentally and emotionally.  The dreadfulness of the memories of the Court of the Dead had diminished slightly in the past three days and he'd managed to almost convince himself that this was all some big mistake and that once it became clear who he was that he would be released.  Anger had replaced some of the fear and he promised himself he would never forgive this transgression against him.

But he saw little he could do about it in his present situation. 

"She was thrown in with us early in the morning," he answered finally, slowly.  "A brown-haired woman of child bearing age. She was wounded, a gash to the leg."

An idea struck him suddenly that could maybe plant a seed of doubt about the loyalty of Octa's men without actually lying, something he was still leery would have unpleasant repercussions.   "I saw the man who pulled her from the wagon very well," he said.  "Long light brown hair, well trimmed beard, green vest and a gray cloak.  He wore some sort of necklace with a purple stone."  He paused, gauging Agael's reaction, hoping he recognized the description of the wagon's driver.