Talk, let’s clear things up

Aaralon raised his hands, "Um... officers," he said cautiously, "My name is Aaralon and this is Camila. We're from the Col.."

Camila cut him off, "We're from the Coliseum. We've been allowed some free time." Aaralon winced. He knew his mistake. He was not allowed to talk of the College of Light Shadows. Most people thought it was a myth.

He had to admit, Camila had been quick to cover for him. The Coliseum was home to the gladiator schools who fought and died to entertain the local lords and their population. Some gladiators become famous. Others became freaks.

"I'm not Cilla," explained Camila in her softest and most gentle voice.

The guard captain - the very same man who had called in the reinforcements - spoke clearly, "I know Cilla Despergado's face very well. She killed my wife. She killed my daughter. She **** my son. She **** my father before sending both off to join her vile armies. I've seen Cilla with my own two eyes. You are Cilla!"

The man spoke with earnest passion and conviction. Aaralon swallowed. It was clear that the captain strongly believed Camila was this Cilla. He had to be wrong. Didn't he? Aaralon studied Camila again. In these last 48 hours he had gotten to know his new lover well. To Aaralon it looked as if Camila was feeling guilty.