He chuckled a bit. "A Tangled web is a sort of spell that only one certain Caste can cast," humor of caste and cast sounding alike not intended, but present. "There are many forms a Tangled Web can take. One of the most feared and best known forms to those who do spend much time around Black Widows, is the kind of Web that can ensnare the mind. You would fully believe you were wherever, doing whatever the witch who cast it wanted." Or in two specific cases the Warlord Prince, but it was confusing enough as it was, so he neglected to mention Sadi and the High Lord.

"While you are caught in the Tangled Web you can think years have passed when really it has been seconds or you can think not time has passed at all when it has been years. And Tangled Webs can be laid as traps and only the Caste that can create them can detect them. Neither Nighthawk nor I are Black Widows, so it is fully possible that I tripped a Web inadvertently." More than possible, he knew that to be the case. Or at least, he was sure it was.

"So years could have already passed and I could be dead of old age, my mind trapped here all that remains of me. Or I could still be on horseback, no one the wiser that my mind is elsewhere."