The information Waver gave was good, even when it was sparse at times, even when he said "I don't know". It was better than nothing, better than them blindly going down there and facing against who-knows-what. But the information did not seem to come with any kind of gratitude from them, except from Devyn, who continued to encourage him to keep trying. That small measures of freedom were available to him.

But there was a price for those, which now he knew.

The man who'd unlocked the cuffs was handing them to another when Waver spoke, and he turned back to the young magus with a strange look of confusion. "What?" he asked, as if he hadn't comprehended what Waver had even said.

Or how he said it.