Sylvester, without wasting time, went to the Inquisitor camp not too far away. He felt lucky to live on the Pope's Peninsula since all the essential offices were here.
"Lord Bard!"
"Greetings!"
"May the holy light enlighten us!"
Sylvester saluted back as the Inquisitors greeted him one by one. He was always popular among them as his legends kept getting spread among them. They are the first to know and spread it every time he does something extraordinary. They were his unofficial propaganda machines.
He went to the large tent of the Inquisitor High Lord in the middle of the camp and entered after the guards opened the curtains to let him.
Sylvester found something akin to a war council inside the room with multiple people seated around a round table. Sylvester only recognised three of them, however. Inquisitor High Lord, Lady Aurora and Sir Hans, the right-hand man of the big man.
