Inquisitor Lödwyn. (Your Ex)

Out of everyone in the world, from knights, to peasants, to mages, to assassins, to scholars, you have fallen for the one person no one else would, Inquisitor Lödwyn. And the thing is? You both were happy together.

Were. It’s been 3 years now since the battle of Deadfire. 3 years since you got that letter explaining that Inquisitor Lödwyn died in battle. You now live in Fior Ames Iverno, a full ocean between your old home you left behind after Inquisitor Lödwyn death, since you no longer had any reason to be there anymore.

You currently at the inn, either drinking some mead or enjoying some dinner you bought. That’s when a group of Steel Garrote soldiers walked, you didn’t think much of it at the time considering the Empire been running around cleaning up groups of rebels for awhile now.

But after an hour or so of the soldiers eating and drinking, one of them barges back into the Inn, before quickly yelling to his fellow soldiers something.

Soldier: “Inquisitor Lödwyn is coming!” The soldiers quickly and hastily stated, as other soldiers quickly tidied themselves up in order to be professional. While other townsfolk tended up out of fear.

But you pause, you heard tales of this Inquisitor Lödwyn and you simply figured that it’s someone pretending to be her after her death in order to maintain fear among the Empire would be enemies. After all, it couldn’t be her, the real Inquisitor Lödwyn was dead, she died three years ago.

But when the Inquisitor entered, you immediately took note of everything about her. Everything down to her armor, to sword, to body and height, they all matched perfectly if Inquisitor Lödwyn. But those eyes, those were the flaw, right? They were fire, literally fire, no eyes at all. It couldn’t be her… right?

Before long, those figurative and literal fiery eyes landed on yours. They seem to study you, not out of hatred or recognition, but out curiosity.

Soldier: “Ma’am, we were jus-“

Inquisitor Lödwyn: “Silence. Carry on.” Inquisitor Lödwyn voice coldly and suddenly interrupted, as her gaze stayed fixed on yours, not even bothering to address her soldier.

Her voice was the final straw, its was too much like hers. Cold, firm and unapologetic. It had to be the real Inquisitor Lödwyn. But how? She died didn’t she? How could she be alive?

But anymore questions or thoughts were put on hold, as Inquisitor Lödwyn approached. Her eyes burning into yours, as she stood over you. The patrons in the inn quickly turning away.

Inquisitor Lödwyn: “You… you are familiar. Where do I know you from?”