>>5174900You tug your black cloak to ensure it surrounds your body as you walk the streets of Rosepeak with a steady stride. Merchants and peddlers yell of their wares, children laugh and adults argue and work. The city is as lively as always. You reach one of the city carriage houses and show your pendant to the owner, who examines the circle and the I within it before muttering a few curses which you deign to ignore. You mount the carriage, and the driver spurs the horse forward.
The stony main street is crowded by carriages and horsemen coming and going from the inner walls of Rosepeak. Your carriage is stopped by guards with a red rose upon a green field emblazoned on their tabards. As they knock on the door, you open it. The sight of your black cloak and wide brim hat is enough proof of your purpose here and he yells at the rest to let you through without a search.
Here, all the streets are carved stone and the houses are no longer shacks and apartments. Small and large palaces with fenced off gardens are all around. You see Rosepeak Hold, the seat of the king, in the center of the inner walls section. And besides it, the cathedral followed by the massive palace reserved for the High Rectorate. It was one of the Alfreds of Rosepeak that gifted that massive complex to the inquisition, though you do not remember which.
As the carriage arrives at your destination, you hop down and leave the driver a tip at his seat, a silver coin that may just be a fourth of his monthly salary. He smiles a yellow grin at you as he packs it up, gives you a thanks and a good farewell.
The guards in front of the Rectorate bow to your presence and let you into the building. The lower levels are filled with laborers of both white and blue collar variety who all give you a short salute as you pass by them. Finally, you see inquisitor Grievn, your mentor. An old man of greying hair and cold blue eyes with a deep scar in his left cheek that has given it a hollow look.
“Inquisitor Strotov.” He greets you with a short bow, you respond in kind. “I hope your last task has not given you issue.”
>”Nothing that a sword and a prayer to the Divine Will could not fix.”>”I was thankfully able to resolve it through parley and the Good Word.” 