"Ah, Wilmaer of Amis," the captain says with a smile as the guard hauls Wil into the same room as before. "We've been making enquiries about your family." He's holding a tablet which he looks down at, as though referring to it. "Four years ago, your father's name was the second on the list sent to Ashton for the final selection of your mayor. A fine, upstanding citizen. With a nephew who went north to join the militia." Wil feels a cold shiver of dread run through him as the captain looks up again. "Which is interesting," he says mildly, as though remarking on an unusual book. "because I recently arrived from Oerssak, and we have had no Medhan recruits for years." He steps closer. "So I wonder - what happened to your cousin Cyrward?"