Rise of the Inquisition: Reconstruction

Wolf King V

Opening up one of the doors within the mansion, Syr walks inside a room as me and Jingks follow her, proceeding to hold up her hand at the woman sitting down on a couch inside, reading a book and surprised to see us.

"And this is Avinay, the head mage of the Freya Family," Syr says.

Avinay, wearing glasses, has long light blue hair that matches her eyes, and has a rather fragile build to her - being around 5'3 when it comes to height... She is young, rather skinny, and seems to have been covering this up with the thick white cloak she was wearing.

"...hello..." Avinay speaks, but in a very soft and quiet tone.

"Can you be a bit louder?!" I yell at Avinay.

And upon my request for her to be louder, Avinay whimpers away as she scampers to the other side of the couch.

"Very funny, Messiah..." Syr chuckles. "As you can tell though, Avinay is a fragile and rather quite human being, who very much likes to keep to herself..." Syr then walks over and closes the door. "But don't get it twisted, she is a very intelligent lady and is very accomplished. We're lucky to have her."

"I see," Jingks says.

I couldn't really tell that she was accomplished, if I'm being honest... Kind of looked like all she did was sit in her room all day and read books, doing nothing else...

Her being very intelligent?

I don't doubt it...

Proceeding to the next room, me and Jingks stay quiet as we wait to experience the thrill of having no clue what the next door opening would have for us.

Would it be some intelligent, sexy woman who was the smartest person alive, and would be able to seduce us with her theories of science?

Or were we about to run into a decent looking woman, but with the most charming, bestest personality who would be able to charm one of us away, possibly into giving up secrets of the Inquisition.

"And this is Macho!" Syr declares as she opens up a door.

Yup... Macho ain't either one of those.

Macho was a chef; shirtless and wearing a white chef hat on his head - hiding his lack of hair - and white pants, you could see his bulked muscles as he cooked away in the grand kitchen that he was a chef of. Making some grand meal that consisted of potatoes, various meats, and various vegetables.

"Oi, hello Syr! How are you?" Macho asks.

What the hell type of voice was that?

His voice, it's a weird mixture of an italian and a irish guy... haven't heard anything like it before!

"I'm doing great Macho--"

"Oi, who are these two men and what are they doing in me kitchen?" he asks.

"Oh..." Syr waves off Macho, "these two gentlemen are our newest guests, Inquisitors from the Inquisition."

Macho turns to me and Jingks, staring into our eyes, deep into our souls, he tried to figure out what me and Jingks were about... How he felt about us, how he should feel about us, and whether or not he would enjoy cooking for us.

"Oi... this one seems to be a cunt," he says as he points at me.

Excuse me?"

"Oh... uh..." Syr chuckles as she scratches the back of his head.

"I've heard about ye Inquisitors though, and I wonder if it is true," he mentions.

This fucker just called me a cunt a second ago, and he's not going to explain why?