"Did you see clearly what those handing out the extra editions looked like?" Thomas interrupted.
Dylan frowned, appearing to be deep in thought, then shook his head in frustration: "Originally, I felt I remembered quite clearly, vaguely it was a warlock in a grey robe... but when I try to recall, it seems he wore a red robe, or perhaps a yellow robe... it also seemed like it was a witch..."
The two black-robed wizards exchanged a glance and nodded slightly.
"A very strong confusion spell."
"Consistent with feedback from other wizards."
"An invalid lead."
"Didn't really expect them to provide any valid leads anyway..."
After muttering a few words, Thomas looked up again at Mister Wolfman and spread the parchment that Hilda handed over, placing it in front of Dylan: "Now, Mr. Tabbot, you need to sign this document to confirm what you've said..."
