[ Syl seems rather excited at the prospect, though has no idea what a haiku is. Whatever it is, it definitely sounds a good thing to have written about you. She nods affably and decides to settle herself atop Iroh's head, leaning against his top knot.

Kaladin's expression only darkens as he is informed of the situation of the town.]

A padded prison is still a cell. I don't imagine any of the benefits ever amount to freedom, do they?

[ Kaladin sighs. He'd not even introduced himself and was already getting bitter about the entire predicament. This man had been nothing but understanding. He seemed a decent fellow.]

I'm Kaladin, by the way. And you are..?