Kell prefers to think that the unlucky victim of their shared plant prison simply did not wake up. If he were to even consider the alternative, he'd have nightmares for the rest of his life. The air still feels like knives to his lungs, but at least he got his voice back.

"Free Cities? That's quite a reach. I got mugged in a back of a warehouse in the city of Thorne. Really not that far from the castle, just a pretty secluded place. Creeps in long robes and weird masks. I bet it wasn't a coincidence. They knew exactly who they were coming for."

Kell doesn't want to risk shaking his head. He's dizzy enough without any violent movements to make him feel more sick. But there's no other way to get rid of the ringing in his ears, or it is rather a high-pitched screeching.

"I'm glad that you were. Let me help you. It will be easier with two people."