>>5962513“Yes, I am. Feel free to come in, inquisitor,” As you say this you quickly hide the photo in a spot you’re sure the inquisitor would never look. Maybe you’ll discuss this with him later, but not now. Not when you can’t fully trust the man. Things like trust don’t come as easily to you as they did before.
The door slides open and you see a casually dressed inquisitor walk in carrying a steaming plate of food in one hand, and a glass of wine in another, “Room service!” He exclaims while setting the meal down on the table in front of you. Though he hesitates as he goes to set the glass of wine down, “Wait are you twenty-one? Er- wait, never mind,” he jumbles his words as he places the glass down.
“Huh? Why would that-”
“Never mind, it’s uh, an old habit. Doesn’t mean anything.”
You blink a few times as he fidgets a bit, “Regardless, why did you bring me food?”
“Well, they’re serving dinner in the dining cart and I hadn’t seen hide nor tail of you since morning. Thought you might be hungry is all,” he makes a weird face, “are you not?”
You are quite pleased that your stomach does not grumble and the inquisitor does not chuckle. His bringing attention to your impromptu fast has brought attention to the pangs of hunger, “No I am, that you would make a passible servant were you not already employed.”
He stares at you weirdly, “Yay?”
You continue on not deigning that a response, “It would seem yesterday exhausted me more than I expected, I fell asleep as soon as you left,” Which is technically the truth.
“Ah, sorry about that. Trust me that wasn’t exactly a usual day at the office for me either. But it turned out well enough so I can’t complain.”
“About that, there were a few more questions I wanted to ask,” After you say that the inquisitor immediately shuts the door behind him and walks to the other seat in your room. You take the time to lay a napkin on your lap and take the first few bites of your meal.
“Alright, shoot,” He says once he’s made himself comfortable.
“First, I wanted to ask about this train as I’ve never been on one before. It is demontech isn’t it? Knowledge taken from Earth and distilled by the Inquisition.”
“That’s the gist of it, yeah. I couldn’t tell you how it worked if that’s what you’re asking, but it’s all very complex and,” he makes a fluttery motion with his fingers, “magical,” his voice drips with thinly veiled sarcasm.
“But it is a rather new invention in this world, isn’t it? How long has the Inquisition known about it?”
“Again, I don’t really know. That’s someone else's job, but if your next question is going to be ‘How much more demontech is hidden by the church?’ Then I can tell you the answer is a lot.”
“That’s a brazen admission,” you state.
