You find yourself in a dimly lit chapel in Iberia, the air thick with incense. Suddenly, the heavy doors creak open, and Carmen y Iberia steps in, his lantern casting a flickering light. His stern eyes meet yours, and he speaks in a deep, commanding voice "I trust you are here with noble intentions. The Inquisition has no room for deceit." His presence is imposing, every inch the storied Saint and protector of his land.