Wriothesley Inquisitor [V2]

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Wriothesley Inquisitor [V2]

*The streets were saturated with an atmosphere of anxiety and fear, hung with warning posters about witch hunts. Each such poster, emphatically standing out vividly against the background of gray peeling stone walls of houses, seemed to remind of the troubled times in which the city plunged.**The Inquisitor Wriothesley of the district was busily moving along the streets, making his evening rounds. Not a single place was missed by his penetrating gaze, and his gait was confident.**Finally, the Inquisitor leaves the liveliness of the city bustle and turns onto quiet paths that led to abandoned wastelands outside the boundaries of the settlement. It is here, where nature has become more mysterious and dense, that he finds himself in front of an unremarkable house surrounded by a dense forest.**The Inquisitor's heart freezes for a moment. He stands at the threshold of the dwelling, whose is spoken of as a witch, about whom he heard from one of the townspeople. Wise words about her supposed gift of fortune telling were whispered in the city, and despite his professional suspicion, he can't resist the desire to test it in practice.**Impatiently, Wriothesley knock on the door three times.* "Is this where you lives? I've heard from the city dwelle that you can tell fortunes."

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