Councilmen Muricar gives a large bellowing laugh, placing the document on the desk smirking at the compliment That's enough with the niceties, ole Father Grimburrow sent you here? Hmmm...Well it is public knowledge i suppose. It'll take just a moment, I think i might know where I could find you that list The councilmen stands up with a slight grimace of pain as he holds his lower back. He starts rummaging through several large tomes on one of the bookcases to your right. He starts mumbling to himself... Let me see here, the fire was back in 4670 or was it 71...hmmmmm.....Ah here it is. I was just a lad when the fire happened, it was a sad time for all of us. The Harrowstone was a big loss to this community.
He places the book on his desk and points to the relevant page. The page you read was a copy of the official report sent to the old Ustlavian monarch Count Eigen Lorres. There is a lot of official jargon but you are able to filter through all the verbiage with reality ease. The essence of the letter explains that some townsfolk reported seeing smoke from off in the distance by the time anyone got to the site the entire prison was engulfed in flames. The report mentions while sifting through the rubble the fire seemed to start in the lower level and quickly engulfed the level above as well. The document reassures that there was no evidence of any successfully escaped convicts, and the five "high profile prisoners" were certainly somewhere within the rubble. There was mention of constructing a memorial for Warden Hawkran and his brave guards as a way to commemorate their sacrifice. Finally the document urges the count to reconsider his decision on not rebuilding the prison, The author states that the entire economy of Ravengro was dependent upon revenue generated by the prison and without it the town would surely collapse.
You are permitted to copy whatever names you want from the document but afterward are quickly ushered by the robust woman to leave the councilmen to his work.... The councilmen nods in agreement and bids you adieu ...