A grin creapt over Ingram's features as he watched her discomfort.<br/>Borghast was busy with other things, so he had the pleasure of dealing with her, at least for the moment and much to his dissapointment, in only a very superficial way.<br/>Still, he would get some pleasure from this.<br/>Folding his arms, he leaned back onto the door, watching her for a moment longer before he spoke.<br/>"You people, M'Lady are either dead, or wishing they were. They were the payment for a certain....<em>person's</em>....aid in your capture."<br/>Pausing for a moment, even he had to shudder at the thought of what would be happening to those that had survived that backlash of magic, he had seen much in his life and had probably done more, but.....<br/><br/>Shifting his possition, Ingram cleared the dryness in his throat.<br/>"Had The King not had plans of his own, that would also have been your fate, so I would count myself very lucky indeed M'Lady and we do not place important guests in the dungeons."