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Inquisitor Marcos of Snowdale - 98/98
People were running out of rooms, up, down, back again, out into the swamp. Drow were spotted left and right, raising cries of alarm. It was your typical unorganised chaos, and it would most definately not do.
The elven priestess he owed his breathing to, mentioned she did not enjoy the thought of her guardian facing a drow alone, but this dashing in every direction was madness. The elf hardly paused to speak a word of explanation.
But there had been a drow. A drow and the mage, and something else unnatural. That much he remembered from his previous test.
The danger was real enough.
Still, he decided, this was folly. If the elf would chase down the drow then the inquisitor wished him all the strength and fortune in his encounter, but for the time his attention must be on justice, and the true threat to the forums.
As the priestess appeared to be in no state to take a confession, he would have to start on his own.
The inquisitor turned to Vincent and Silt.
"I apologise for your involvement in this situation. Though it was necessary to involve you in the questioning and you have certainly been of assistance, you have become engaged in struggles no common man should need witness. There is no end to the twisted ways of corrupted mages and the destruction they wreak. Though there is still a drow threat, I do not ask you take up arms to end this. Ask for a pair of horses at the stables, and return to your normal lives."
He stood for a moment, then added: "I myself will be looking for other survivors of the collapse. If I find Silverfall, be assured that he shall remain in good care."
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