Fortunately, the merchants of Staghorn Town were scared to death and didn't notice the two men's loss of composure.
"Gentlemen," Winters coughed lightly and said kindly to the frightened merchants, "Traders have their ears to the ground. I've called you here because there are some questions I need to ask. As long as you answer honestly, I guarantee your lives and property will be safe."
The merchants of Staghorn Town nodded eagerly as if pecking for grain.
"You, start." Winters's cane pointed at the oldest merchant present.
The other man was puzzled, "You... You haven't said what you want to ask?"
"Don't worry about what I want to ask," Winters spoke calmly, "just start talking, and when I hear what I want to know, naturally you'll be let go."
The elderly merchant was dumbstruck, after a long while, he gathered his courage to ask again, "Where should I start?"
"Start with the latest and biggest event."