No amount of bland pleasantry has ever, in Jon's memory, made him less suspicious of anything. None of the promised explanations actually explained anything important. And anyone who claims to be impressed by his exploits, especially the recent ones – well, they aren't people he'd care to associate with.

He does, despite his misgivings, try to know more. He can feel that it's there, the knowing, but he can't quite reach it. The Web perhaps, interfering? Or something else? He doesn't for a moment believe that it's just a side effect of however he was brought here.

And asking about Martin just gets him blank looks, no matter how angrily he asks.

Roomates

Delivered to room, Jon simply stands for a moment, looking around. He half expects to see a tape recorder on one of the unoccupied beds, but there's nothing. He exhales, irritated, and crosses the room to the window to look out. “If you're listening,” he says under his breath, voice dark. “I don't know what you want from me here.”

Exploring

The library, of course, attracts Jon once he's exhausted himself trying to get any more information out of the apprentices. He is drawn to the study hall, but only to watch – he won't come close to anyone trying to summon flame.

The dungeon is interesting. He's not sure if they were brought here via the Vast or the Buried, but once he sees how many people are consigned to the cramped cells, he leans towards the latter.

“Do you know why you're here?” he asks, but only when the guards are not immediately nearby.