Night dawned, the echoes of cheerful citizens and peasants alike clamouring in the weak moonlight surrounding the fabled Swaggers inn, interupted only shortly by the cantering of hooves, the shouting of battle hardend soldiers, the screams of horror...
What has not been seen in Vesper was witnessed before the very inn, the fathers rippling with rigid decorum and virteuous seal stood before the townsfolk and patrons alike, the inqusition had arrived..
"Tithe" they asked.
None we had to give..
Sword drawn, cloaks flapping wildy the templars approached the defensless townsfolk and stafff alike, shoving aside the drunk and disorderly as the rabble they presented, the guardsmen pulled reign, seeking coins wihtin the halls of the Swaggers inn.. many was to be had.
"Lies" they claimed we had given them..
We had given them none..
They barged inside, breaking locks and bones alike in there rampant desire to feed the orphans of Yew they said.. to me it still looked like they were searching for treasure, weapons and tools of torture for there own malign intents..
A soft twang of metal hitting wood
A bolt fired.
More screams, more death, more blood.. the inquisition had come.. behold.. they had come.
The writing ends..