Red Mage leaned back in his chair and nibbled absently on a piece of roast venison, Ken, he's the one behind this? What the mage in red remembered of the man was that he was a hulking brute too caught up in his own power and grandeur to realize what harm to the world he was doing. The fight against him was mostly Tabitha and Alice's so he could only recall the few tidbits the girls had imparted on him as they traveled.
Red hid his eyes from the others and listened carefully to the conversations. It would take effort to piece together what happened from the fragments scattered across each person. Yet the Canteen would be a focal point, all people came here to eat. Here Red could survey them all and figure out what happened and what to do.
He tore another piece of venison off with his teeth and listened, he listened to the conversations of the women and men, he listened to the footsteps of the people in the hall. He heard everything, even the faint warbling of BlackHarte as he worked within the walls of the ship, changing the infrastructure to suit RM's needs.