Several days later, Silvertown's lower district, down an alley, agents of the Inquisition had drawn a cordon around a civilian house.
"Oh, Judge, I really did not know that girl was a witch! She only said she made wood carvings, and after she paid a large sum of money upfront, I rented her this old house," the middle-aged landlord nervously explained as he wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. "I live in the upper district now, which is too far away, so I haven't come to check on the place. I... I really didn't know she was doing such things in my house!"
"That's enough, I know already." The senior Judge facing him, Rebecca, raised her hand to stop him from continuing, "You don't need to be nervous, just cooperate with us and answer a few questions."
After finishing her sentence, she gestured to another team member to bring the man over for a statement.
