As the meeting drew to a close, a figure armored in shadow approached Castle Greywatch. Her right hand gripped the sling of the crossbow over her shoulder, while her left was fidgeting idly with the pommel of the void iron shortsword dangling from her hip. Each step she took was nearly silent, yet she moved with rapid purpose and a stern, almost murderous focus in her eyes.
She drew to a stop within bowshot of the drawbridge, looking around her feet for something she had lost. When whatever she sought did not present itself, her frown eroded into a scowl. A sharp whistle left her lips, followed by a harshly lilting voice like a gorgeous harp being used to bash someone's head in.
“Bullseye, where’ve ya run off to? Get your arse over here!”
The patter of four small paws drew steadily closer, until a happy little Pointer came into view, tongue and ears flapping as he went. He was clearly overjoyed to have been summoned by his mistress, an emotion the Inquisitor clearly did not share.
“What, were you chasing squirrels again? Keep up, or I’ll tie your chubby neck to my wrist.” Bullseye gave no indication that he understood this threat, and simply wagged his tail as he looked up endearingly at the irate woman. She grumbled under her breath, and continued on her way, with Bullseye falling into formation by her heel.
Before the Inquisitor could even be challenged by the guard in the gatehouse, the portcullis opened and disgorged a disgruntled platoon of some kind. They wore no blue cloaks or silver arrowheads, and many of them seemed to be in a hurry to leave. Frustration, fear, but also some tinges of regret seemed to ooze off of them, even the creepy, sneering one who addressed her as he passed. “Looking to join up, Inquisitor? There’s plenty of openings for you now, but you’re probably better off sticking with your current career.” He received no words in response, but did see a very, VERY rude gesture before she stormed past, out of his field of vision. The Venator guarding the gate peered down at this exchange, then wisely decided not to challenge this mystery woman who seemed intent on...whatever she was seeking.
As the black leather and void iron-clad mass of anger entered the castle, her dog rushed slightly forward, sniffing the air. Mistress seemed unsure, even anxious, so he would help her find her way, like a good boy should. Lights and voices up ahead, that meant other people! Mistress liked meeting new people, right? He immediately halted, crouched with a front leg coiled, and pointed his snout with all his might in the direction of the main hall...where they were already going.
This drew an exasperated sigh from his mistress. “Yes, thank you, Bullseye. I was already headed that way, you stupid git.” She passed him up, snapped her fingers, and the dog came to heel again, panting and wagging his tail in glee at how helpful he was being. The voices in the great hall grew clearer and more worried, and the Inquisitor could now see some kind of stage that had been erected. What the hells is that for?, she pondered silently. Are these buggers branching out into acting now? Silvius should’ve mentioned that, I’d have come a lot sooner to watch them practice.
A wolfish grin snuck onto her face at the absurdity of the thought. She paused in the doorway, surveying the remaining Venatori conversing amongst themselves or gathering into cliques. Alright Kate, first impressions time. These aren’t the quitters you saw outside, so look friendly and professional, just like Marcus taught you. She straightened her back and shoulders, tried to cock a friendly half-smile, and removed her sallet, letting her straight, crimson locks fall, framing her flame-scarred face. The door was already open, but she knocked on it anyway so they wouldn’t be too surprised at her presence.
They’re obviously having a hard time, so don’t insult ‘em. Say something funny and endearing. “Top o’ the morning to ya, sadsacks!” Nailed it. “Inquisitor Kate Meliora, at your service. Hope I’m not interruptin’ whatever you’re rehearsing, but I think I just walked past your stagehands. If you need help rounding ‘em back up, I charge very reasonable bounties.” Still grinning impishly, Kate continued to lilt, “Any of you lot know where I can find Silvius of Appledale? He asked me to meet him here, all mysterious-like.” She punctuated this remark by flippantly waggling her gloved fingers before her, her helm tucked under one arm.
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