>>6333310“The building with the tower,” really doesn't give this place justice. It’s much easier to say that the building is a tower, and with its placement at the furthest edge of the city bounds, it makes for a rather lonely sight. The Ravenetts prefer to keep their grounds mostly clear of human residency, except for what is strictly necessary. Granted, this makes more sense, given that the House is a family of beastfolk and not humans. It’s commonly said beastfolk gain much more value from untouched nature, similarly to how humans gain value from fire and steel. Regardless, the tower has a bell by the door, and with how much of a walk over here burning any more of the remaining daylight would be suboptimal for your training. So you ring it.
You see a blind opening near the top of the structure before you hear someone racing down a set of stairs and the sounds of about 13 locks being opened. Nevertheless, after a good minute of waiting, the door creaks open to the sight of an older woman, whose mane and tail have almost entirely grayed. Though like Lord Beneger, age has not seemed to dull her senses or maneuverability, though perhaps it's caused the scowl on their faces. “Lorina de Lindan.” She says.
“That is I,” you say, really just to say something. Was that a question she asked? Perhaps a comment-
She sighs deeply before coming back from the doorway, “Come in, child. You must have had it rough coming here.” Like you wouldn't believe.
You nod, and as you sit on a rickety wooden chair in her cluttered house, you decide not to mention her lack of decorum, as you decide this is a meeting between Inquisitors and not between a princess and commonfolk. Plus, it would be rude to bring that up when said commonfolk is currently pouring you tea. So, your next few minutes are spent in silence, as she only mutters a bit about not expecting visitors.
“So why have you come?” The old woman asks as he finds a chair and sits across from you. The tea is quite exceptional.
“The Lord Inquisitor has assigned me to the upcoming tournament. I am merely seeking advice from a more experienced Inquisitor.”
She nods, “Reasonable, but why me specifically? I believe this is the first time we have met, no?”
“While I was overlooking some documentation, I ran into your name quite a lot. It would seem you have quite the success rate when it comes to apprehending strangers.”
She tries not to show it, but she preens at the praise, “Hm, I suppose when you devote your life to a task, you become sufficient at it. Regardless, you have come to the right person for help. Over the years, I've come to understand demons in and out, both literally and metaphorically.”
