>>5947502Usually, in polite society, it is seen as a social faux pas to leave a lady waiting in the rain. Especially if said lady is also alone in the middle of the capitol at night. As it continues to pitter-patter against the ground, forming large puddles, outside the trolly station stop you’re under you begin to think your father might have been right about the Inquisition. If this is their standard modem operandi then perhaps your skills would be better served elsewhere. If only you had better options available at the present moment.
Then your thoughts are brushed aside as you see a tall man with long hair walking directly towards you from across the street. You almost make the mistake of taking him for a common ruffian as once he gets closer you can make out raggedy torn clothes and an open wound at his hip, causing him to limp. However, before he gets too close he pulls out a medal depicting a spider lily from his coat pocket. He must be the inquisitor you’ve been waiting for, strange seeing as he can’t be much older than you. Has the Inquisition sent you to follow a novice?
“Lorina de Lindan, I presume?” The man asks once he steps under the small roof of the trolley station. The rain and tears have soaked any semblance of decency out of his uniform.
“Indeed, and you must be the Inquisitor I’m assigned to shadow?”
He nods, “Inquisitor Asher, call me whatever you want since you’ll probably be forced with me for at least a month.”
“It is a pleasure to meet you, honored Inquisitor,” You say with a small curtsy, years of etiquette training bring pleasantries out of you as if it were second nature.
However, it seems the Inquisitor deems fit to disregard the rituals of civilized society and makes no move to continue the pleasantries as he continues, “I made contact with the Stranger near the market on my way here. If we’re lucky we’ll be able to dispose of him before dawn. C’mon, follow me.”
The Inquisitor immediately turns and starts to move back into the rain but you feel your mouth opening on instinct before you can think about what you’re saying.
>”Wait! You’re hurt,” You bend down and start to heal his wound with your magic, you can’t stand to see someone in such a state. [Good-Natured]>”Wait! What took you so long?” The last thing you expected from the Inquisition was to be kept waiting. You will be quite upset if they didn’t take your application seriously and continue to show you such disrespect. [Haughty]>”Wait… Never mind let’s just go,” You end up deciding you’ll defer to the Inquisitor's fast-paced movements, he’s the more experienced in this line of work… At least that’s what you tell yourself. [Socially Akward]>”Wait” [???] [Write-in] 