One of the templars from Kinloch Hold. His name is Irminric.

It takes her a few seconds before the name surfaces; he looks very different from the last time she saw him.

"Irminric?"

"-the Maker's will is written." He looks up, blinks. "...Metella? Who- Wh- What are you doing here?"

"Rescuing everyone."

"Shouldn't. Shouldn't be here. Not safe. Not safe."

"Well, if it were safe here I wouldn't have to rescue anyone," she says logically. "Here, let's get you out of that cell and you can go somewhere safer."

She unlocks the door.

"No! No no." He shakes his head violently. "No no no no no no."

"No?"

"Can't leave. Mustn't leave. The demons. I hear them. Whispering.

...oh, dear.

"We can come back later," says Elissa. "Or point someone in this direction - does he have any family?"

He sometimes mentioned a sister, Alfstanna. She might have been a bann of somewhere. Waking Sea, maybe.

"A sister, I think...? Irminric, do you want us to tell your sister you're here?"

"Alfstanna... no. No. Mustn't let her see me like this, not with the demons. Supposed to protect her, not this..." He fumbles a signet ring off his finger and offers it up. "Give her."

"All right, I will," she says, taking the ring. "And I'll find a way to help you."

Right. Anyone else around to rescue?

Just the man who was on the table. His visible wounds are gone, thanks to Clare. He is sitting in a sad little heap off to the side, away from everyone else.

Elissa approaches him.

...He looks sort of familiar, does she know him from somewhere?

Maybe if she pictures him holding a mug of beer in one hand and grabbing at a serving girl's ass with other, smiling lecherously?

...yeah, that'll do it.

Well, even Vaughan Kendells doesn't actually deserve to be tortured to death.

He looks up, notices her.

"Cousland. What... what are you going to do?"

"Kendells. I don't have time to personally guide you out of the dungeon but you're free to leave on your own."

"I don't think I'm up to walking just yet."

"Well," she says, with a glance at Rendon Howe's body, "I doubt anyone will come down here to bother you anytime soon. And if they do they will almost certainly be helpful people."

"That'd be a lovely change."

She half-smiles in acknowledgment. "Yeah. Well, be seeing you."

And then they can sweep the rest of the dungeon, hopefully not find any more prisoners, and get back to rescuing the Queen?