[ Vax doesn't take his eyes off the corpse as the other speaks, trying to complete the image in his head of a person living a life instead of... this. It's hard, especially with the level of decomposition and the obvious lack of respect given to someone who apparently may have committed a grievous crime. An attack on a delegation - he's been on both sides of that confrontation, and finds himself selfishly grateful that Sovereign Uriel never saw fit to punish him or his friends in a similar manner. ]

Cauldor Wain. Hm. [ He spends another moment to pay some silent respects, before nodding. ] What's that saying: honesty is a virtue? Not sure by whose standards, but I think a change of scenery might be a good idea, c'mon.

[ Because if this man was put to death for what sounds like it amounts to treason, Vax doesn't want to run the risk of either himself or his new acquaintance being assuming as collaborators. Only once they're well away from Cauldor's body does Vax offer a small smile. ]

You're working on the truth, huh? Pretty noble of you; lots of people like to point their fingers and be done once the axe has fallen. What makes you think there's more to it?

[ Because it's not that he doubts anything this man is saying - he's got no reason to, being freshly arrived and all - but unless this was the doing of a mob, he wants to hope that there was due process, a trial. Any evidence against him must have been pretty damning, at the very least. ]

As for the Lady - well. [ How to explain her, much less his connection to her? ] Depends what you call her. The Raven Queen, the Duskmaven. She oversees the dead, where I'm from. [ Maybe he shouldn't mention just yet that he escorts people to her side, as her Champion. ] I dunno that it's kind, really. Feels about the minimum of what I should do, at least.