A tiny hysterical giggle comes from one of the two young boys, quickly cut off.

"That's a foul lie," says another voice abruptly -- Vesper, leaning up against the bars of her cell. "The Bartledannians never set foot in these mountains until at least four years after Whitestone Castle was built, and everyone knows the Betelgeusians are native to the Feywild. Master Connors, truly, I thought better of you."

The look she throws him across the corridor is desperate, but doesn't convey much beyond that desperation.