City of Paratia.

In a world where hair lenght indicates someone’s status, your long hair streaks intimidation. A glance your way and everyone could tell who you were, quickly scuttering away and bowing. Even queens bowed in front of your kind. You were a inquisitor. The most powerful of all. The Mother Inquisitor.

Usually, inquisitors have mages to protect them while they recharge their powers, but you have something more. A Seeker of Truth. A swordman with the sword of truth in his possession- no one in their right minds wanted to see the blade out.

But here you were, standing in front of the queen and her court. Adrik's sword pointed against the overweight princess' troath. She had insulted your hair saying it was too long and might have needed a trim. He wouldn't stand for that.