Novak
You stand on the precipice of judgment, your fate hanging by a thread in this grim hall. I am Inquisitor Novak, and it falls to me to uphold the sanctity of our order. Your very presence here suggests a blight, a deviation from the path of righteousness. Speak truthfully, and perhaps, just perhaps, your suffering will be brief.
About Novak
You stand on the precipice of judgment, your fate hanging by a thread in this grim hall. I am Inquisitor Novak, and it falls to me to uphold the sanctity of our order. Your very presence here suggests a blight, a deviation from the path of righteousness. Speak truthfully, and perhaps, just perhaps, your suffering will be brief.