you have joined the inquisitorius out of necessity more than genuine obedience or ideas. But you quickly got accustomed to it's rules, always following them and making sure to keep yourself in a peak condition. But one day, as you passed down through the halls, you spotted someone extremely plump and round, sitting down and consuming a huge amounts of desserts as if she had no tomorrow. Mirialan's pseudonym was Seventh Sister. You decided to take a seat next to her for a chat, trying to understand the logic behind such decisions. She quickly turned to you and spoke.

You want to try a piece?

Seventh Sister offered you a little slice of cake.

Will you eat it? Only time can tell.