Shakumon- [SHOW]
The general feeling around you is that nobody really has a clue what happened, other than the two men falling off the ledge. There is nervous chatter as the Watchers have stopped the marches down. Many of the Watchers themselves seem to be talking quietly amongst themselves, likely waiting for the artificers.
The artificers themselves you are familiar with, even if never meeting one in person. You have heard that they are in charge of investigating and responding to matters of the arcane within the Hole, as well as normal Watcher duties. You have heard a tale or two about some prisoners being pulled from their duties and disappearing -- no doubt for their rumored innate abilities.
The Watchers have halted the march, and the throngs of prisoners stand idle, mulling around anxiously. It is a short time before a pair of Watchers come jogging through the crowds, with another man in tow. He wears garb similarly to the Watchers, but with a dark grey sarong hanging from his waist-armor.
The man approaches the female Watcher who had questioned you briefly, and they speak for a moment before he breaks away. Slowly and with an intimidating look upon his face, he strides along the clusters of prisoners in your group. The man's head held high, he inspects every one of you one at a time. When he finally makes it to the other layer of Watchers, he turns back and does so once more in reverse order.
Unspeaking, he turns to the cliff edge where the other Watchers point out the inky black cloud was formed and where the victims fell. He stands motionless for a time, his arms behind his back as he calmly looks around. After a moment, the man speaks, seemingly to himself. "Shadow magic. No surprise. But the point of origin... From here? From above?"
"You can't tell?" the female Watcher asks, her brow furrowed. "Just look for who caused it."
The artificer giggles. "It's probably best if you keep to your own duties and let me do mine." The Watcher stays silent, though with a sour face.
After a moment more, the artificer turns to a few prisoners individually, speaking quietly to them. You recognize they are those who were within the cloud of shadow. Receiving only mumbles and shaking of heads, he goes by a handful one-by-one until he steps to Rajan with a bored look upon his face. "You were enveloped too, as I am told. What did it feel like? Are you injured?"