Kyden walked into Seles, and could have sworn he saw a ghost. A woman walking down the street wielding a scythe that looked eerily familiar. He decided to tail her to get a closer look, and saw people tossing food at her like she was a freak. Kyden's knuckles were solid white from clenching hard. But he kept in the shadows a bit longer. He had to be sure. He saw her walk into the inn, and heard: "We don't serve you finners here." Kyden's eyes went wide with disbelief! It was her! But how. . .
"Caelyn! It is you! But how did you escape!? I saw you go under the water." He wrapped the woman up in an embrace tightly. She spun around with a puzzled look on her face. "It's me Kyden, don' you remember me?!"