Valrún: Does everyone in this sun-forsaken castle know about it?
Chartreuse: Nobody’s told the Lord and Lady — And they’re asleep right now, so they won’t overhear.
Valrún (thinking): But someone’s bound to let it slip eventually . . .
Chartreuse: Look, if your kid’s freedom was part of your prison deal . . . maybe we can, uh. Do something? About it? Call a lawyer, or . . . something?
Oh, and I was able to look up some details! Do you want to see a full-face photo? No mask?
Valrún: Wh–(koff) What did it say was his name?