As the sands of the hour glass...

The bells of Skull Crag rang only twice as it was two hours past midnight. All was quiet by the main gate as two unfortunate Purple Dragon Knights pulled the late shift on watch, the town and the surrounding countryside seemingly asleep as it should be. Just then a firm knock resonated off the main gate's outer structure. The Knights looked at each other quizzically as they drew their swords and opened the thin window built into the gate for questioning those on the outside. What awaited on the other side set them at ease.

A simply dressed human of average height and build stood before them, illuminated by torchlight from within the city, and held his hands up to show that he was unarmed. His face was set in a calm and preserved manner. He spoke before the Purple Dragons could begin their chastisement of him.

"I seek audience with the Senior Wizard of War. You know him as Silas." Before the Dragons could deny him his request the man withdrew a thin platinum chain attached to an elaborate pocket watch. Engraved upon the casing was "S.I." that glowed a faint red, denoting the man's status as an Inquisitor from the capital of Suzail. The two guardsmen turned white as the color ran from their faces. They both dropped their swords to the dirt and went about opening the gates.

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The door to the War Wizard's Den opened slowly as if the man entering didn't want to disturb anyone already inside. Silas rose from his chair at a writing desk to greet whoever it was that called upon him at such an hour. Seeing that it was the Inquisitor, grief played across his face.

"Since you're here I can only assume the worst. I thought we had more time." Silas said.

"I am afraid not Wizard of War. You are to assist the High Inquisitor in Eagle Peak at once. I will conclude your matters with the Amethyst Hydra and rooting out the Cult of the Dragon. I will send them north to assist you as soon as this matter is closed to satisfaction. I bid you safe travels." The inquisitor and Silas clasped hands and shared a concerned look. Silas began gathering his things and paused to ask a question.

"Tell me, Inquisitor. Have all four of them been sighted?"

The Inquisitor hesitated. Discretion was crucial to the standing of his office. Compassion got the best of him this time. "No. We have yet to locate Tor Malkew, but we have confirmation of the other three passing through Eagle Peak."