"You have no right! You cannot barge into a respectable man's home, go through his things, and accuse him of conspiracy without proof or reasonable cause!" shouted the feline. "If you do not remove yourself, I shall have the Dark Seducers called immediately!"

The inquisitor smiled madly. Remarkably white teeth in this impoverished castle town, in this king sized madhouse. Blue finery over a white tunic, with expensive necklaces above them. The un-unpoppable collar showed him as a noble, even though he stood as no more than a commoner in expensive clothing given to him by who knows what kind of vile deed. Pointed ears, a smile touching both, and idiosyncratic red eyes, quite unfitting for one of the Bosmer kind, marking him half bred, or even more unplanned in pedigree with his brown skin, also quite unusual for the elves of woods.

"You see, my dear Khajit brorther," he spoke, "They work for me today, as you shall, too."

"I will say nothing," he spoke, though noticeably less confident in finding that the city watch had been enthralled into working with a deluded, narcissistic maniac. Though it should have been expected in the lands where "Madgod's Blessing" was a positive aspect.

"Alright, will you say nothing to torture? Herdir's torture?"

Behind the Bosmer stood a man who looked juxtaposingly common, grinning at the word torture. Imperial, with thinning hair, his dull tans would impress no one. He perhaps liked looking unimpressive, or at least, cared little for it. Herdir was a master of all torture, but prefered simplistic techniques on the run. Back in Cyrodil, he graduated the Arcane University; driven mad by Sheoggorath's whims he likes to make people suffer with the powers of lightning. And thus, the blue plasma cut air, thunderously roared, until at last, the cries of the feline had found themselves louder.

"Nothing! N-not without... proof!!!!"

"Do you know... what happens to men with whom Madgod is not pleased?"

"V-very well! A child claimed by the fall."

"Very well, then," the inquisitor muttered. "I'll spare my time of you until I may accuse you with substance... what ho, Herdir?"

The torturer smiled vilely.

"Oh... very well, entertain yourself, but keep the cat alive. I'm too full for a fried tiger."



















I'm bored, I don't feel like writing more.