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As you stand to leave the Lord Inquisitor, rather rudely, ignores you but when you glance back as you open the door he seems to have completely vanished. You shake your head as you leave, your time is more important than to be spent wondering about petty parlor tricks.
Unsurprisingly, you find Alyssa waiting for you in the hallway before she immediately goes through the usual routine of stiffly bowing, about facing, and marching through the corridors of this holy building like it’s a military encampment. To be fair, it could very well be classified as one if your kingdom were ever to be invaded; there is, after all, a reason most Inquisitors are considered to be on par with Gold through Platinum rank adventurers. Meaning if an Inquisitor were to fight a large town or small city on their own while adequately supplied, they should be able to come out victorious. In fact, quite a lot of the Lindan military is that way, you suppose, focusing on developing the individual instead of a mass of levies since one highly trained knight should be able to take out hundreds of peasants- oh, you’re here.
In a hidden corner of the cathedral, Alyssa opens the door for you, bows, and follows you inside. What greets you is a relatively standard room for an aristocrat’s office, a wooden desk, a small personal library, shelves for storage of personal trophies, and a globe of the known world. On the wall opposite the bookshelf is a large map of Lindan with many small markings indicating what you can intrinsically understand as major and minor locations of interest throughout the country. Cities, towns, monasteries, fortresses, holy sites, important ruins, and the like. Standing in front of said map with an intense gaze in, well, a rather pathetic sight, Lord Beneger is a small man. If his wrinkled face had a beard, you might have mistaken him for a dwarf. Goddess, he must be in his eighties or nineties with how his dry skin appears to be draped in small folds over his skeletal form, and that’s not to mention the shake in his knees and his hands holding his cane with a death grip as if knowing that if he let’s go, he will fall.
“Lord Beneger, I have brought Her Highness as requested,” She says with the deepest bow you’ve seen from her. He doesn’t even spare her a glance as his square face turns up towards your own.
