Dark wings, Dark words.

[Rodent]

A holding cell, Outpost D'Souza, Akabat.

The silence was broken by heavy footsteps.

Matrim Cauthon looked around in distaste at the temporary 'arrangements'. The Order didn't have enough time to make a proper holding cell, and this particular one was just an improvisation of a cave. The cave ended in a narrow space, across which a wooden door had hastily been put. That was no protection against a strong person, and the single guard posted outside was awake, if bleary eyed. Maybe Cauthon was being too harsh, there were better things to do than guarding a prisoner of unknown intent, after all. He would remedy that, and free up some men.

The guard sprang to his feet as he approached, etching a salute. Cauthon saluted back, and simply motioned to him to open the door. While the guard was fumbling with the keys, Cauthon touched the side-arm at his side for re-assurance, before entering.

He looked around for all of five seconds. What he saw did not make him happy.

"Get this man some food" He said shortly.

After a short while, the prisoner was eating, while Cauthon stood at one side patiently. When he had finished, Cauthon nodded and leaned on a cave wall. The cave was very narrow here, he'd have to be careful.

"Morning, Prisoner. I'm Mat Cauthon, and I'll be asking you a few questions."

Looking at the prisoner's expression for a long moment, he continued.

"Basics first then. Who are you and what's your background?"