“By my rights as an inquisitor, I demand to be shown this entire mansion, uh,” You stutter for a bit thinking of a suitable Lorina-like word, “Posthaste!” Right, yeah, that should do it.

The doorman is completely stunlocked by how much you couldn’t care less about his whining about cliche shit like, “The nerve!” and “Do you even know where you are?!” he even pulls a “My father will hear of this!” before storming off up the main stairs. But he does not go down to the basement, so you let him leave before drawing everyone's attention. It seems expensive-looking vases are rather fragile. You wouldn’t have known seeing as the most expensive thing you ever owned was your shitty handmedown laptop.

”Are you not forgetting someone?

You don’t think so, no.

Anyway, you’re so captivating that for minutes, a group of about a dozen or so serving staff spend their time politely trying to inform you “that’s not allowed,” instead of anything more productive with their time, as you do nothing but turn a few valuable decorations into historical relics. Honestly, they should be thanking you, once these are in museums in a couple centuries they’ll be considered invaluable. Or wait, maybe if they don’t have a value, they’d be considered less valuable? That’s not how that works though, right?

After a bit, a few guards rush over to you, but they are thoroughly repelled by nothing more than a flash of your badge and a gesture to your sword. It’s kinda embarrassing if you’re being honest. Sure, you don’t want to actually have to fight them. Still, they seem to fold so easily when considering your possibility of being an inquisitor. Do people really fear us that much? You don’t really see why they would. All you’ve ever seen the Inquisition do is help people. Though, if you were the noble guy living here, you’d fire these cowardly normies instantly.

“Who in the Goddess’ name do you think you are!?” Cries an enraged voice from where the doorman went and- oh shit he looks just like him. By that, you mean two doormen come down the stairs, with one simply looking like an older and larger version with a swollen eye and a cut lip. You’re at least smart enough to realize you were antagonizing the noble’s kid. Wait, then isn’t he one of the boys who spent his time picking on Lorina in school?

Based. You should bother him some more.

“An inquisitor, don’t see why a doorman's father needs to know.” You say with flagrant dismissal before pointing towards the noble kid, “You. Tell me where all the secret passages are.”

“What secret passages?” He says in disbelief before catching up with himself, “Wait, I am not a-!” But you cut him off.

“Of course, there are secret passages! This is a rich nobleman’s house, why wouldn’t there be secret passageways?! It’s like basically a requirement, you know? How else is the bad guy supposed to escape near the end of the episode?”