Jasper did as he was told, finding it easy to follow orders without much thought. She was right that the water was warm, though he had no reason to believe she had lied. He wasn't completely calm, tension was still held strongly across his shoulders, and his breath was a little faster than it should have been, but he was putting his trust in Kate and that hadn't failed him yet.<br/><br/><br/>Matt had leaned back on his perch. He felt snow soaking into his clothing but he ignored the numbing cold for now. He could hear people below but paid them no mind until he heard a familiar voice. Sitting up, Matt peered down at the small gathering, noticing the two ladies from earlier that day, as well as a few guards and other townsfolk. Straining to hear what they were saying over the wind, Matt caught a few words that sounded an awful lot like, slaves, Lady Kate, and Malora.<br/><br/>His curiosity getting the better of him, Matt once more returned to the streets, sitting just around the corner from the group. From what he heard, Malora was more than a little angry and would do anything to get her hands on him. Matt briefly wondered if she knew anything about his family history and if that was the reason she was so insistent on getting him back under her control. He didn't have much time to think about this before the guards had rounded the corner, their little meeting having obviously finished, and had set their sights on him.<br/><br/>"There he is!"<br/>"Get him!"<br/><br/>Quick as he could Matt took off in the opposite direction. He knew soon he would have all the guards on his trail and that was the last thing he needed.