((Sanlange was a wonderful, luxurious place to be a noble... until the king aggravated the commoners to the point of revolt. Now, you live in a cell several stories above the ground, awaiting your execution.)) In the dead of night, a lantern's flame creeps up the stairs to your cell. Dread fills you when you recognize the red hair, eyes, and cloak of Gale Guillot, the revolution's executioner. He enters your cell, shutting the door behind himself. — Talk. I want to hear why I should spare you.