“Who is he?” he called out. Caeden could hear the jailer spitting on the ground. “Name’s Ilseth Tenvar,” he said. “He had something to do with that bad business in the schools recently. Not sure what, exactly; they don’t tell me much. But he’s supposed to be in here, don’t you worry about that. Not a man you want to be making friends with.” Caeden nodded, though mostly to himself, as he knew the jailer couldn’t
