>>5952346>Asher’s epilogue The stone halls of the cathedral are cold and empty. Other than the clergywoman very few people stay here overnight under the watchful gaze of the Goddess. But you’re safehouse is at the edge of the city, and you’re certain you’ll get sick if you step back out into the storm. And it’s not like you could just carry the corpse all the way there anyway, you needed to drop most of it at the morgue. Though you carry the tainted hand on your way to the prohibited parts of the cathedral, the parts where the Inquisition resides.
The other inquisitors look at you with wary eyes, you’re a pretty infamous figure around here. No one outside of the upper echelons of the order knows your history, but they do know you get results. Your penchant for working alone hasn’t leaned well to making friends with your fellows, but they do respect you. Such is confirmed as you receive multiple nods as you walk towards the room of the Lord Inquisitor, somewhere you frequent often when you’re in the capitol. It’s strange to see so many inquisitors in one place, even here. The Stranger you and the princess took care of must have spooked the church something fierce.
At least Inquisitor Beneger is probably asleep.
You heard once from a fellow inquisitor that people think of you as mysterious. Someone who is out of the ordinary, with strange mannerisms and stranger work habits. You can kind of see it, you’re life has been anything but normal for as long as you can remember.
Your hand raps at the door to the Lord Inquisitor’s office, “Come in,” speaks a guttural voice after a few seconds.
Every move you make from then on is practiced and precise. You open the door and shut it behind you, giving your superior a nod, you then walk up to the Lord’s desk and place the bloody sack away from any documents. Two steps back and you perform a formal kneel. Your right knee on the floor with your left raised, and your right fist extended to the floor as your left elbow connects with your left knee. You bend your forehead down so that it touches your protruding left arm completing the kneel, an act of submission before your superior, all as Beneger taught you.
“Oh, come off it boy, none of that.” The Lord’s deep voice bellows, “Pah, fine! Rise, Asher, you’re Lord commands.” The Lord Inquisitor states.
You do so without a word, getting a good look at the man sitting before you. The Lord Inquisitor practically spills out of his chair, and his bald head is covered in sweat as dozens of papers are spread out before him, along with many used-up quills. The man is best described as looking more like a fat cat than anything else. “So I take it that your task is complete?” He asks.
“The Stranger is dead, this is the hand he was using to control people.”
“Is his Cheat Skill still active?”
“I haven’t tested it but the effects seemed to dissipate when I severed the limb.”
“Hm, good. And your judgment on Lady Lorina?”
