Inquisitor Lucious made his way through town, well aware of the people watching him and his templars. The cover that the Flaming Dolphin had been sailing under had been blown, and for good. But it was worth it, he was sure. Both his instincts and his prayers had revealed that there was more than one burning overdue here.
He watched the people watching him, but contrary to them he was trained in the art. The look of hatred in the eyes of one young man stood out amongst the crowd like a woman would in the bathes of his home town. Fear was common, as was dislike, but outright hatred? There was only one group of people arrogant enough to display hatred on the inquisition. Lucious stopped and turned at the same instance, his templars following his every movement with a barely visible delay.
Lucious pointed straight at Astalos. Then he said but two short sentences that would change Astalos life:
"Everyone else, make way." - the crowd did as it was told as if they had been a drilled elite unit. Within seconds, Astalos was standing there, exposed and all alone.
"Take him." - the two templars at the front moved towards Astalos in a horribly efficient pincer move, while the other two moved a few steps forward to position themselves at the sides of the inquisitor.
