Chapter 72
Clin still quite miffed by the treatment he’d been given by these Inquisitors. He’d been busy with work in the office, trying to ensure everything with the bandits went well, when they burst into the building and started asking around for anyone in charge they could interrogate. Somehow, he had been chosen, and so they picked him up right there and began dragging him back to their outpost outside of town.
He’d already been annoyed, and then he had to go through those crowds of dirty peasants and pass by that irritating man in the hallway who refused to move out of his way—it was just horrible treatment. So, when they sat him down at a table in the middle of some stone room, he was just eager to get out of there as soon as possible.
He was forced to wonder what they were taking him in for, though. He certainly hoped they didn’t suspect anything, but these Inquisitors were inherently a wildcard. All he hoped was that they’d take things slowly over the next few days until he was able to find the location of the Blood Mage. Just saying ‘I think he might be in the forest’ wouldn’t be enough—he needed to have a specific location before he could try siccing them on him. Their operatives would need to refine their search a little bit more and find some more evidence first.
Presumably, though, this would just be a standard questioning. The guild was an important entity in this town, so they probably wanted employee information and that sort of thing. He’d just hand all that stuff over and be on his way, then. They’d only been here for a day at this point, so surely there was no way they’d do anything too rash, right?
An Inquisitor marched through the door and walked over to the chair opposite to Clin, sitting down as the loud clanking of their armor filled the room. They had a green cloth wrapped around their shoulders, whatever that meant. “What is your position within the Otis and Roul’s Mining Guild?”
He blinked. “Um, I am an overseer of general supply management.”
The Inquisitor stared at him for a moment. “Do you have knowledge of the office building you work in?”
“What? Yes, of course I do.”
“Have you seen any ritual circles painted on the floors there?”