Inquisitor Marcos of Snowdale - 98/98
He turned his gaze towards the man, blue eyes cutting straight through the beggar's flesh and scrutinising the soul. Either a fool or one possessing useful knowledge, for few stepped up to address an inquisitor willingly. The man's grin didn't speak of utter desperation.
"A good day," he bid the commoner after several seconds of uncomfortable silence, letting the request for a copper stand for the moment.
"Perhaps you would sit with me and speak of the witch or warlock responsible for your affliction."
[ 07-17-2004, 07:57 AM: Message edited by: Legolas ]
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