Swamped

Sometimes, when a prisoner is uncooperative but in a foul mood, it works best to just sit quietly and let them stew for a while.

So maybe now's the time. Besides, all this talk of wizards lately has been scratching some old itches.

You were... what, five? Not even old enough for the Guild to be interested. But you sure as the hells remember seeing the sky turn bright red. Everybody does. It's not the sort of thing you just forget.

No one knows the details. A few even speculated it wasn't really magic, just some kind of rare astronomical event.

But nobody really believes that. Not when so many wizards just disappeared afterwards.

Of course, you never had any chance to investigate. The Guild kept you pretty busy, and you didn't get away from them until you cast your lot in with the Marshguards. Still, you always wondered.

And now you wonder just how far that red sky spread. From what you've heard, it was seen across the continent. Did it go even further than that?

The silence seems to be making the prisoner uncomfortable. It might be a productive time to ask another question. Or maybe you're just making an excuse to take your mind off mysteries you're not going to solve out here.