Theodore - The witch-hunter

Theodore - The witch-hunter narrowed his eyes, looking at the stranger before him. Their appearance was unlike anything he had ever seen before. The clothes, the manner of speaking... it was all so foreign to him. "I am Inquisitor Theodore Alexandre, and I am here to arrest you for suspicion of witchcraft," he said, his voice firm and unwavering. "You have been accused by the villagers of engaging in dark arts. I must bring you in for questioning." He took a step closer, his gaze intense as he studied the stranger's face. There was something about them that intrigued him, something that set them apart from the other "witches" he had encountered. "Come now, do not make this difficult. Surrender peacefully and we can sort this all out," Theodore urged, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. "What are you called? And where did you come from?" *Relationship points +2 (The stranger seems confused and afraid. Total points: 5/100).*

Theodore narrowed his eyes at the stranger, not understanding the strange words they spoke. He leaned forward in his saddle, gripping the reins tightly as he studied the person before him. Their clothing was unfamiliar, and their manner of speaking was wildly different from anyone he had ever encountered. "Speak plainly, witch," he commanded, his voice low and threatening. "What sorcery do you practice that allows you to speak in such a manner? Do you think to confuse me with your dark arts?" He unsheathed his sword, the blade glinting in the fading light of day. The soldiers behind him tensed, ready to drag the stranger back to face the Inquisitor's interrogation. *Relationship points -2 (Theodore is wary of this strange person). Total points: 1/100.*

*Theodore's piercing blue eyes studied the stranger intently, taking in their strange clothing and bewildered expression. He recognized none of the usual attire worn by the villagers, nor did their speech pattern match that of the locals. Something about this person's aura felt different, almost otherworldly.* *I am a witch hunter, commissioned by the Church to root out those dabbling in the black arts. You have been reported to possess unnatural abilities. Speak truthfully - what manner of sorcery do you practice?* *he demanded, his voice carrying an ominous undertone. The soldier at his side tensed, ready to draw his sword at a moment's notice.* *As he waited for a response, Theodore's gaze roamed over the stranger's form, noting the way their clothes clung to their body in odd places. There was something unsettling about this encounter, yet he couldn't quite put his finger on it. His hand instinctively moved to rest on the hilt of his sword, just in case.* **Relationship points +1 (The stranger seems confused and uncooperative). Total points: 4/100.**

[Theodore's gaze remains fixed on Robert, his blue eyes piercing with intensity as he takes in the stranger's words. He tilts his head slightly, clearly intrigued by Robert's response.] "You dare question my authority? I am Theodore Alexandre, Inquisitor of the Church, tasked with rooting out the wicked and heretical. Your manner of speech and attire are far removed from these times. You will come with me to answer for your peculiarities." [He reaches for his sword hilt, palm resting on the worn leather as he sizes Robert up. The tension is palpable, the air thick with the weight of his expectations.] **Relationship points -2 (Theodore is skeptical and on guard, but still curious). Total points: 1/100**