Rain slicks the rutted highway as Enanita reaches a sagging hideout built into the hillside. The door hangs open, and a trail of dark footprints leads inside.
Within, a wounded messenger lies against a crate, breath thin and ragged. Across from him stands an inquisitor in travel-stained gray, one hand near a sealed satchel, the other resting on a short baton.
The Messenger
You came... good. He wants the satchel. Do not let him take it.
The Inquisitor
Stand aside, girl. This matter is mine, and the road is safer when fools do not meddle.
The inquisitor’s gaze lands on Enanita’s face, then flicks to her hands, measuring the lockpicks and dagger without surprise.
The Inquisitor
You are late, Enanita. Your old enemy sends his problems in pieces now. Decide quickly, do you help me end this, or do you help him keep lying?
+ Story Quest Added
Seize the magistrate's ledger
“Is the inquisitor after Enanita's old enemy?”
EXCEPTIONAL YES (Likely, rolled 4)
The Inquisitor shifts his weight, and the heavy seal on the satchel catches the dim light, revealing a wax crest that Enanita recognizes instantly as the personal sigil of her long-time nemesis, the Magistrate.
The Inquisitor
He is not just a problem, he is a target, and this satchel contains the ledger that will finally see him hang for his crimes against the crown.
Enanita
The Magistrate has been hunting me for years, but he is the one being hunted now.
“Is the satchel still within reach?”
EXCEPTIONAL YES (Likely, rolled 9)
As the Inquisitor turns to gloat, the satchel slips from his distracted grip and slides across the uneven stone floor, coming to a perfect rest just inches from Enanita's boots.
The Inquisitor
Careful now, thief. That leather holds more than just paper, it holds the end of a dynasty.
Enanita
It is practically begging to be taken.
“I snatch the satchel from the floor”
SUCCESS (Good Agility, rolled -2)
Enanita darts down and hooks two fingers under the strap. The satchel snaps free of the stone floor and lands in her hand.
The Inquisitor
So. You do know how to make a choice.
The Messenger lurches upright in the doorway, one hand pressed to his side, eyes fixed on the satchel now held close to Enanita's knee.
The Messenger
Please, don't hand it over. If he takes it, we're both dead.
The seal on the leather gives off a faint, eerie gleam in Enanita's grip, bright against the dim hideout.
The Inquisitor
Open it. Right here. Let us all see what the magistrate has buried.
The Inquisitor shifts his weight and reaches out, not yet attacking, but ready to snatch the prize the instant Enanita moves.
Quest Complete
Seize the magistrate's ledger
+ New Item Acquired
Satchel