Raphael was quiet for a long beat. I wondered if he’d go back on his word. “You’re observant, I’ll give you that,” he eventually said with something that bordered on respect in his tone. “Well?” I prodded. “I was looking for something. I was led to believe I’d find it near the witch prison. When I didn’t find it, I decided to let some pompous guards think they’d found me, and enthralled them into imprisoning me rather than attempting to decapitate me.” “But why? What were you looking for?” “I’ve answered your question. If you wanted more details, you should’ve been more specific.”
