Inquisitor Poena

The old man's face was beet red, hot tears streaming down his cheeks and onto the rocks covering his thighs below. The the sharpened wood underneath dug into his legs, the first small signs of blood finally being drawn through his robes.

"I'll ask you again, good Shepard. Why pray tell would the heathens in the swamp release you." The tall slender man stood directly in front of the old man, barely lowering his gaze to peer at the man's face. His tight black garments framed his muscular yet lithe build, and a mask covered his face, only leaving exposed the mouth and jaw. His long red hair was pulled back into a ponytail, neatly kept tied with a fine silk ribbon in a bright blue color.

The old man stammered out "It, it was because of the good paladin Kendrick. He convinced them."

"...and Kendrick has betrayed us, by your own account."

"No, I, I mean no he..."

"It is of little matter. We believe all you have told us Shepard David. We are glad this inquisition has proved meaningful in finding the holy and proper truth of all these matters. I simply have one last question, partially related to the matter. You mentioned strange blades the elf wielded?"

"Yes. Yes I saw them! He used them in battle on good Inquisitor Osbourne!"

"Thank you, Shepard David. Your place in Duat surely awaits you gladly." With that the Inquisitor drew his weapon, and with it executed the suffering man. A loud sound rang around the room as it struck him, and the Inquisitor placed it back at his side. "But now the elf isn't the only one with the teeth of the dragon."