Xanni glances at the slip and nods.

"Yes, sir." She looks up at the others, obviously pleased. "This will be nice, don't you think? I've never been down there before."

"Sewer fiends? Well I suppose it's a start. I thought given my family background that maybe I would be assigned to something a little more -" Alfred cut himself off suddenly, seeing the stern glare from the Inquisitor.

"I mean.. yes, sir. I promise we won't fail you, sir!" 

"Never been down there? Consider yourself lucky, though I suppose your luck has just run out. Lead the way"

Gylbard reaches out and gives Alfred a nudge with his right hand.

"Come on boy, let's get going"

Turning towards the Inquisitor he gives another small nod. "Sir"

Before you all leave the office, "Hold a moment, I almost forgot." Surn takes a key out and opens a small chest on his desk. "Take these, a symbol of our authority." Inside the chest is four brass medallions, in the shape of an eagle in flight, its wings crested with gold. "Lamb does not need one for the collar she wears symbolizes her status. And speaking of her collar, I shall tell you a command word to activate it in case she is being unruly. For now, the only two you all need to know is Heel." As he says it the collar that Lamb wore would faintly glow red, it tightened against her throat. "Cease, should stop it from outright killing her." The collar eases its tension as it returns to normal. "Now you may leave."

When the word "Heel" was spoken by the Inquisitor, *****-now to be addressed as Lamb when doing her part in missions-felt it tighten around her throat. It was slow, but she could feel what it was designed to do with that command. It was to crush her windpipe, deprive her of air, and eventually break her neck and even decapitate her corpse if the other command was left unspoken. Had the example been shown for longer, she may have attempted to gasp for air, kneel, and...It didn't matter. It was just an example, and the cease command was given. Lamb bowed to Inquisitor Surt, and got the door for the ones she was to serve and work with.

Jakton nods at Inquistor Surn and slips the medallion around his neck. "Glad to hear we can control Lamb here. Best be about our business. Fiends ain't gonna kill themselves." He snaps a quick salute to the Inquisitor before exiting the office.

He stops outside and looks at the old wood elf, "Which way to the quartermaster?" He asks as he slings his sword belt and crossbow over his shoulder before hefting his lance, "Need to see about some silvered weapons." 

Alfred gulps a bit as he watches the collar tighten around Lamb's neck. "Well I suppose it is safer for the dog to wear a collar.."

He grabs one of the embroidered crests from.the box, giving a respectful salute to the Inquisitor, and looks with wonder at the figure of brass, tracing the gold tipped wings. This was everything he had been working towards. 

"Glory to the golden throne, sir!" He said, saluting the Inquisitor once more before taking his leave and joining Jakton at the reception area.

He grabbed his rapier from the weapons rack and slid it back into it's empty sheathe, and then tucked his shortbiw over his shoulder.

The wood elf spots Jakton's medallion and bows his head, "Of course ser, the quartermaster is just across from here. He's a rather...eccentric dwarf but does good work nonetheless."

Xanni takes a medallion, and as she turns to follow the others the collar catches her eye. She quickly looks away, filled with uneasiness - it feels wrong, to put it on someone, but, well. The tiefling surely did something to deserve it, it's not like the Empire punishes innocents, and this is the stuff she was sent to learn, right? The evils of magic and the appropriate response to it. When she concludes this she quickens her pace, and when she hears the wood elf's answer she hurries in the direction provided, slip in hand. She would slow down to wait for the others before the door, but they walk much faster than her so she doesn't bother, and opens it.

Gylbard takes his medallion and hangs it round his neck. He gives the cloak a few tugs to put it back in place, hiding most of the medallion so only one outstretched wing is visible. Following behind the group he closes the door behind them, his movements awkward as he reached his right arm across.

As they get back to the weapon racks he slings his shield and javelins across his back then grabs his warhammer. He gives it a few swings and checks that the head isn't loose before sliding it back into the metal ring at his hip. "I hope they don't give us anything to fancy. Those swords they've all got might as well be spoon if we come across any armor"

Lamb was pushed forward by Gylbard as he exited the room. After the others had retrieved their equipment, Lamb retrieved her items as well. She was not sure if the quartermaster would even consider roving her with silver-tipped bolts, considering the brand marked her as a much-hated user of magic, but she was to follow orders. So she went the others without question.

From the open door of the barracks, you all can see an open forge through the small crowd of people going through the streets. The forge was alive and being used by a dwarf. He had unkempt red hair and beard, some ends singed away. He had googles on as he worked upon a shield, banging out the dings. He doesn't seem to notice anyone, not even your group as they come close to him.

"Good afternoon," Jakton says cheerily as he walks toward the frazzle haired dwarf, "We need to get some silvered weapons. Got some fiend killing to do and we were told you was the dwarf to come see." 

Xanni joins Jakton, and shows the dwarf the slip she's got.

"The Inquisitor sent us," she adds.

The man stares at the slip for a moment before banging his hammer against the anvil twice fast. "Yes, Jerald?" You hear someone say from the store part of the forge, coming from a ebony human girl, with an blacksmith's apron around her already sooty clothes. She sees your group and heads up to you, "Hi there! Welcome to Jerald's Protection! The go to shop for hunting, fighting, and for our empire's guards! I'm master Jerald's apprentice, Sheila Veer. What can I get you folk?" The girl delivers the slogan well, practiced and with a bright smile upon her ashy face. The dwarf, known as Jerald, continues to work on the shield. Sheila spots the slip and nods, "Oh, hunting fiends are ya? And you want a few of our silver then, right? Well what's your fancy, bolts, swords, hammers, pretty sure we got some silver knuckles in the back too...Anyway, what kind of weapons would you guys like?" Jerald grunts as he works and Sheila sighs, "Alright, only one weapon per person and you'll have to clean it before giving it back. Otherwise Jerald will get payment from big Surn, and you probably don't want that."

"something simple, have you got an axe?" 

"A greatsword'll do just fine." 

Alfred looks around the smithy with curiousity before responding.

"Fine work! A rapier would be fine, just fine!"

Xanni contemplates for a moment, then slowly nods.

"I'd like a spear if you have it, thank you."

After everyone had requested their own preferred weapons, Lamb was faced with a bit of a conundrum. She commanded to retrieve a silver weapon as well, but most people wouldn't trust someone like her a weapon. Still...

"Silver-tipped bolts, please ma'am."

Requesting any sort of item from them was a poor idea, but Lamb was under the command of the Inquisition now. Her priorities must lie in their commands and interests.