On the Knife's Edge

The inquisitors turned from the pulverized remains of my elemental spirit, their eyes locking onto me with predatory hunger. I stumbled back, gasping for breath, until my back hit a cold, unforgiving stone wall. 

Allana advanced, spinning her spear gracefully in her hand. "I heard the Empire had you dancing on a string," she sneered, "but to think their little tricks left you this desperate?"

I pushed myself off the wall, retreating further down the street. They pursued slowly, matching my pace. Of them all, the high inquisitor wore the cockiest grin.

When Lord Evlon summoned me for the task force, I thought I'd have some fun, but this...?" She shook her head, clicking her tongue with exaggerated disdain. "This is just pathetic. You're so useless, I'm surprised you managed to cling to the Sun Hero's coattails for as long as you did. If it were me, I'd have sold you to the Circle the moment I laid eyes on you."