"Good." And surprising, given, y'know, night in a lake. "I'd say you got lucky."

He didn't, though. "I messed up. A couple of officers found me out, and I got captured." There's bits of it that he can remember distinctly, but there's more that the head injury's muddled into a haze of half-formed memories and raw anger.

"The last thing I knew, I was getting shipped away to somewhere. And then," he waves a hand vaguely toward Sa-Hareth. "Just woke up in the prison down by the settlement there. Don't remember what happened in between. I guess they dumped me here. Don't know why. I was pretty sure they were just going to shoot me." He was a traitor. As far as he knew, that was a capital offense.

"What about you? I can almost make sense of why I'm here, but you seem like a good kid."