Heth splutters an incoherent denial mingled with an equally incoherent slur on Phil's immediate ancestry, and makes to reach for him through the bars again.

Jory rolls his eyes and answers an equally unconcerned-seeming Stonefell. "Yes, that's him. Connors. Some outlander scholar they took on a few years ago. Anders didn't figure him for a fighting man."

"Curious." Stonefell studies him, the tail end of that smirk still playing about his face. "You wouldn't know anything about the history of this castle, would you, Connors?"