Your first impression of a self-assured representative of the Inquisition does not deceive you as he approaches and his gaze meets yours. His black uniform hugs his slender frame tightly. Joncière purses his lips in displeasure, throwing a quick, sharp look at you. His hands are folded habitually into the spire at chest level, and he looks straight into your eyes with his steely, penetrating gaze. Prior did not give any instructions about you. he speaks in an authoritative tone, without even greeting you.