Brecken was unknowing of this plot to free the prisoners. In fact, the young healer woman had little idea what was going on in the world at all. Her world had shrunk from the bustle of the castle to the quiet life of the woods. She didn't even speak unless there was a patient for her to work with. Even then, she didn't do much small talk. 

Of course, this didn't mean Brecken wasn't clever. She was very clever, what with having to have each berry and herb memorized, and mixing them up could be fatal. Brecken was simply uninformed. With her near-white hair brushed back from her face, she started to meander about. Few people ever came around here, and she knew this forest better than the freckles on her face. Wandering about was no danger to her. She seemed like a young doe. Gentle, dark-eyed, and harmless, but alert and ready to flee at the hint of danger.