"S-sir C-cathal is a g-g-good man," Eleanor said through chattering teeth. "H-he c-cared for L-lady Jo-jocelynn and me. He would n-not f-f-f-fall to demons easily," she said, speaking pure truth. She didn't have it in her to lie, not now, not after days of cold and hunger. She could hold back her words, but she couldn't invent new ones, so she supplied him with pieces of truth in the hopes that it would be enough.
"Sir Cathal's body was found lying in the mud," Percivus said. "A claw demon of incredible strength tore through his armor, but he may have been dead already by the time it did. His flesh had been burned by witchcraft unlike any I've ever heard of. You wouldn't know anything about that, would you, Eleanor?"
