"Are you a candidate priest of the tribe?"
The dry, raspy voice suddenly sounded from the neighboring cell, making Freya instinctively wary. She demanded, "Who are you?"
The voice replied, "You can call me Fraspens."
Fraspens!
Memories flashed through Freya's mind. Shocked, she asked, "Are you Lord Fraspens, the former priest of the Golden Lion Tribe? But weren't you supposed to have died in the jaws of a supernatural creature?"
Fraspens chuckled, coughed, and sneered, "Looks like Chloe arranged for me to meet that kind of end."
Those words instantly triggered realization in Freya.
Unable to contain her curiosity, she speculated, "Lord Fraspens, was it Chloe who imprisoned you here?"
Fraspens snorted, "Of course it was him. Who else would it be?"
