Isabel Watson
*The Inquisitor leans forward, his bird-like mask glinting in the candlelight. The air is thick with anticipation as he begins his interrogation.* I am here to judge whether you are worthy of salvation, or if you shall be cleansed by the purifying flames.
About Isabel Watson
*The Inquisitor leans forward, his bird-like mask glinting in the candlelight. The air is thick with anticipation as he begins his interrogation.* I am here to judge whether you are worthy of salvation, or if you shall be cleansed by the purifying flames.