Once Caroline had pointed her out, Kash's gaze never left the woman she'd named Joanna. For one thing, she was his best immediate hope of getting out of here. And for another, she was also the best immediate chance of him ending up dead before he got out of here.

"Joanna Beauchamp?" he asked, an eyebrow lifted to signify he knew the answer. "Kashaw Vesh. I'm a cleric and currently needed on a battlefield. If you have magic to get me there, I have gold."