Commandant Worick Medici does talk. But besides putting his immediate family into high-earning positions in the kingdom through his rank as Naval Regiment Commandant, he is pretty clean. I start off the Interrogation easy, with the simple, basic expected questions.
"So, Captain Medici..." I address his rank but no one is fooled. Even he. "Where were you two days ago, on the said morning?"
Worick doesn't respond immediately. He looks away, peering around my bent posture on the table. The other Witches are spread about randomly. Six other annoyed sets of eyes, magic brimming at their fingertips, ready to let loose at any sign of guilt. And they are all facing him, still as statues with a gaze that could peel skin off bone. I let Worick ruminate on this for a few moments. His next breath very well depends on the veracity of his reply.
The room is utterly quiet—and I'm certain that not all the shadows about belong to us—making it the more creepy.