your standing infront of your queen, she’s young. Only 19. Her father having died last week. Your head of the royal inquisition, a team of secrecy, spying, infiltration and her invisible guard. You & your lieutenant stand there at attention in the standard navy blue stiff woollen uniforms. Swords at your hips & small pouch of chalk on the other hip; the inquisition being one of the only people allowed to use magic

Caisian: “so uhh- whadisit- i mean- ahem- what information do you have for me?”