With time as with all things, Pxan optimized his routine.

In the mornings when he rose he prepared a small breakfast and eat it in five minutes. Afterwards, he petted the dog a little and worked on his projects. After this, he was off to work in the library.

When the lights became dimmer and the work was done he returned to his house to be greeted by his dog. He had a small dinner and was off to work on his projects again. In between breaks, when he couldn’t work anymore he read. Inquisitors had unlimited access to the book catalogue and so in a few months time, Pxan had read more than in his entire life. The styles and plots were so different and vibrant compared to the modern censored books that young boys read in school.

At work everything was monotonous. Since the incident he wasn’t assigned violent tasks, he was happy about this but he also knew that it wouldn’t last forever. One day or the other Lhyps or Ides would call him, or more simply, send him a note with some violent task. This was life after all. To be sincere now he didn’t felt much different from when he was working in the police force. Except that now he had more freedom and time of course.

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SOMEWHERE IN THE LOW QUARTERS NEAR A RIVER

The building looked like a small shelter made of stone and clay. If it was not for the two bodyguards at the entrance Pxan would have never guessed what sort of activity they did in there. The inquisition was weird, some law they enforce with all might and other act as if they never even existed. He showed a small card to the bodyguards and he was free to enter. Inside two man in their middle age and full of scars were fighting on a ring with axes while people around drunk and talked.

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A man in a white suit waved his hand at him, there was a chair next to him. He sat and Pxan waited for a conversation opener, a few lines. Yet nothing came out of the white suite man so he was forced to speak first.

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The man responded to him without even looking <>

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He grimed <> the man near him grimed too, he gave him a letter with a package.

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Pxan would have to search from top to bottom that list and see which cultists meted the requirement <>

The white suit man finally turned and looked at Pxan <>

“What?!?” Pxan thought to himself, realizing that the man knew a lot more than him.

<> saying this he left the club and begun walking on the shores of the river, trying to figure out a way to obtain those informations. Rene for how friendly he was would never say something so important to him. Ides and Lhyps were out of question. He already checked the archives and found nothing. If he wanted to know those things he had to go there and check them himself.