Jakton sucks his lips past his teeth, "I ain't keen on it, best make sure nothing happens to my beauts or I'm gonna come looking for you personally." Jakton hefts his lance and leans it against the rack, before removing his longsword from its baldric and resting it next to the lance. Finally, Jakton removed his light cross bow and placed it on the desk of the elf, giving him a conspiratorially wink "Her name's Rebekah. She may not look like much but she serves in a pinch. Careful though. She's got a light touch."

Turning to the newcomer Jakton took his offered hand and shook, "Jakton Terrace. Nice to meet ya." Jakton sauntered over to the chairs and sank down in one of them. "I hope to the gods above this Surn isn't the type to make us wait so he feels more important."

The one called "*****" does not speak. She was not told to respond to speak in this scenario. She was told to hold her tongue until necessary, and that meant that she was only to speak when spoken to by those who were not branded. Regardless, she too presented the letter she had received. Apparently she was to be drafted into the Inquisition's forces. She had to obey. Whether or not they were told of how to particularly punish her did not matter. She was not to purposely disobey in any way.

When told to leave weapons on the rack, she complied, and left everything that could be counted as a weapon, be it the crossbow she was provided, or a tool that could be used as a makeshift weapon.

A tiny halfling girl follows them, and beams up at the wood elf.

"Good afternoon! I'm Xanni Leafhelm, I've been sent from Yondalla's temple." She shows her own letter to him, a task being a tad difficult, considering she's about the height of the table. "I'm here to see the Inquisitor as well."

When she sees that the others are handing over their weapons she takes off the crossbow on her back and frees her mace. "Here they are!"

Alfred shook Jakton's hand but frowned as he voiced his concerns about the Inquisitor. He removed his various weapons from their sheathes and placed them next to the others near the back of the room, and took a seat in one of the loungers, chatting to Jakton as he went. "But of course the Inquisitor is important, goodman. They're a high ranking Inquisition officer! Just think of how many accursed heretics he's brought to justice in his day. Why I hope one day to -"

He trails off suddenly as he notices a tiefling, a bloody branded tiefling, walk up and produce a letter. He shook his head in disbelief.

"I can understand putting a branded one in a position like that," he spat, gesturing rudely to the Elven man sitting behind the desk. "But surely we aren't expected to believe we will be travelling alongside one of them, are we?"

"You there!" He called to the tiefling, sitting up a bit to get a better look at her. "What purpose do you have here?"

The wood elf carefully takes the weapons and places them upon the racks. He made sure to be especially careful of the crossbow 'Rebekah'. As he sees the tiefling, he motions for her to come closer.

For '*****'

The wood elf goes to the others, "Would you all like some water while you wait, or perhaps some cookies?"

Xanni sits up on a chair at the table, and listens to the chatter with interest. When the wood elf comes over to them she's the first to answer.

"Cookies are always great, thank you!" She smiles at the others. "They know what they're doing in the Inquisition, that's why they're in charge. We'll surely get informed when they see fit."

The one known as “*****” listened to the wood elf’s words. They were instructions from the Inquisitor. She nodded in agreement, and held back any feeling she may have had in reaction to the fellow magic user’s frown and whispers of questionable assurance. She never knew what to expect when asked to meet with someone, but she was always able to suspect and guess in her mind. Regardless of what she thought, she was to meet with the Inquisitor now, before all else. She had to follow through with even the smallest of requests.

***** entered the room...

Jakton waves away the suggestion of cookies, "Water is fine. Ale'd be better."

Turning to Alfred Jakton gives him a raised eyebrow, "I'm guessing you haven't spent much time in a standing army, eh? I believe the Inquisition is a good thing no doubt. But no matter the strength of the army, there's always some officer who wants to bolster his importance. Easiest way is to make ya wait around for them. Not saying Surn is the type. Just hoping he ain't."

Gesturing towards the Tiefling that just went through the doors and nodding at Xanni, "As for that, like the lass here says, I'm sure the Inquisition knows what's best. Magic can be a right sharp weapon. And when it's wielded wrong it'll gut you as quick as your enemy. I've got scars to prove it when magic and magic users aren't treated like a tool. I joined up with the Inquisition cause it seems like they know how to wield a tool properly. We'll see if they do or not. If they don't," he shrugs. "Wouldn't be the first time I discarded a broken tool, if ya catch my meanin." 

A man walks through the barracks straight towards the desk, striding with purpose. He is about half a head taller than most men but his build is not particularly heavy. Dark hair streaked with grey falls down to his shoulders, with a short beard covering his lower face to match. His skin is pale in contrast, highlighting the greyish blue eyes that were focused on the wood elf. A long dark grey cloak covers his shoulders and falls towards the floor, leaving only his right arm visible. Black iron mail covers his arm and torso.

Reaching the table he puts his letter down forcefully before pulling out a large warhammer and putting it on the table. He pulls a plain shield and leather quiver of javelins over his head from where they were slung and place them down as well. He looks up at the elf, a slight grimace crossing his face as his eyes glance up at his brand.

"I know how this works."

Alfred falls back into his lounger with a huff as the tiefling disappears into the doorway, seemingly ignoring his question entirely. He raises his hand up to sweep some of the hair out of his eyes as he listens to Jakton and Xanni's words, and he turns a little red with embarrassment as his moment of anger subsides.

"Ah yes, well, I didn't mean to question the wisdom of the Golden Throne of course." He sat up a little straighter, nodding to Jakton. "Indeed. I'm sure the girl will be a remarkable tool in finding other heretics. After all, she must know how they think all too well."

Despite his confident tone, Alfred's nerves started to creep in as they sat waiting for word from the Inquisitor. He kept his eyes trained on the door, waiting for something to happen.

A man exits the room of the Inquisitor in a huff. A silver dragonborn quickly leaves the barracks although the old wood eld meekly tried to stop him. He merely smiles as he places a platter of cookies and a few glasses of water before you all.

The Tiefling known as “*****” exits the room a moment later. Around her neck is a curious collar that anyone that actually cared would notice wasn’t on her before. There was a faint glow to it...She bows to the others, and says to them,

”Inquisitor Surn is ready to see you all now. Thank you for your patience.”

Her voice sounded off. It was as if it was empty, but still filled with enough emotion to barely be noted. Speaking short sentences, one wouldn’t easily notice, but extended sentences made it obvious. She was to sound however she was told to sound, or otherwise speak plainly. This was her version of plain.

The man in grey gets to the group as the tiefling returns, having just avoided the dragonborn as he stormed out. Hearing the womans announcement he heads off for the Inquisitors office, barely acknowledging the tiefling or the others.

Xanni swallows the last bit of the cookie she was eating, and jumps off the chair.

"Well then, we shall not make him wait!" She follows the man in grey, her armor slightly clanking as she goes.

As you all enter the room, you see a desk in the center in the room, behind that desk sat a goliath. The man was clad in halt plate armor with a sash of the Golden empire's colors upon it. He wore no helm, so his head was open for all to see his lack of hair. He looks to you all as he sets some paper onto his desk. 

"I am Inquisitor Surn, and I shall be supervisor for your unit. I have already been going through each one of your files, some of you wanted a role or were scouted for the inquisition. Your role in the Inquisition shall be to hunt, capture, or kill magic users gone rogue. Your group will have a magic user as well to counter them," He points to the tiefling, "Like Lamb there. And until I get more field results, I will be your pseudo leader in the mean time. If one of you perform well or is ultimately responsible for the group, they shall take the role."

He picks up a paper, "And speaking of field results, I have something here to test your team. Before I move onto that, is there any questions any of you have?"

Jakton follows the others into the office of Inquisitor Surn. He nods along as Surn explains the tieflings presence. “No questions from me.” 

"Yes I have one. Is there any news about her?"

(I'm assuming that he knows Gylbards history and so will know who he is referring to)

"...Questions concerning about your role, Ser Gylbard. Questions about your mark is not my concern until she has shown herself and they deem you able to exterminate her."

"Understood. Sir"

Gylbard gives the Inquisitor a small nod, his jaw clenched tightly under his beard. His right hand reaches under his cloak, scratching at the other wrist hidden beneath it's folds.

He waits for a moment before proceeding, "The task for today is to take care of some fiends that have managed to hide themselves in our sewer system. The kobolds from down there report to seeing the little devils flying about near their warren." He takes a small slip of paper out and stamps it with a seal. He hands the slip to Xanni, "Go to the quartermaster across from here to borrow a few silver weapons. Once you're done, head to the sewer and go to the kobold's warren, they'll tell you the last place they saw the fiends."