"My name is Caleb Widogast." He picked up the other knife and, for a moment, looked away from her to look at the sheets of parchment that bore their sins.

They had now taken long enough that whatever was holding them here was impatient with their lack of progress, even if their intention was true. Caleb felt a bright arch of pain across his cheekbone and his calm demeanor broke for a moment as the wound brought his attention to the very tangible urgency.

He brought his free hand up and touched the blood now on his cheek. "Additional incentives. Quite. Do you wish to go first Agnes, or shall I?"