Elsa

The one-legged gaoler was building a house of cards when Elsa entered. Rising to greet her, he knocked the table just enough to topple it, and she heard some colourful Tilean profanities she’d not heard before.

Rummaging on his ring of keys, he led Elsa back into the cells. Some of the cells she remembered seeing occupied in the aftermath of the bread riots were now empty again, and it smelt worse down here than she remembered - but Sanne was still there, chained up in the last cell at the back. She raised her head just a little, looking up at Elsa through a veil of matted hair - if she had the energy to do more, she was conserving it for now.

<You want to talk in private, yes?> said the gaoler, cheery as ever. <If she tries anything, you just shout and I’ll come running.>