Scene Entry:
Peace Village
Jerrishan sat ensconced in his self-designed vehicular transport, the wheels slowly turning as he waited patiently behind a slower-moving horse drawn wagon bearing today's produce for the markets. He was seated comfortably, most of the design of the vehicle given over to cabin space, with Archive's Main Terminal mounted on the small table before him. Area Mapping was displayed on the main screen as the vehicle ambled along, controlled by Archive's auto-navigation... what Jerri used in place of a steering wheel. A lesser screen hovered above his lap which he used to review updates sent by the communication lacrima of his underlings, gingerly sipping a mixed-fruit drink.
In the passenger seat, one such underling accompanied him, the high-ranking Division Head of the Knights keeping only one soldier in his retinue at a time. For now, we'll call him Bob. Bob was a decent sort of fellow, not a Rune Knight like his superior, but still a decent soldier from the rank and file of Fiore's military. He'd been picked for this assignment due to his clean record, and notes on high morality. Granted, though the pay was certainly better, acting as an assistant and guard for the normally quiet and sometimes rather odd Inquisitor could be vexing at best.
Finally continuing past the wagon, Jerri assumed direct control with a second screen and parked the vehicle outside of a dusty old house at the back end of the village. Bob knew better than to ask questions, but he did not see the reason why a high-ranking member of the military would be out here to fetch a book for an old woman. On that note, Jerri didn't feel like answering it anyway even if the question had been asked.
Peace Village
Jerrishan sat ensconced in his self-designed vehicular transport, the wheels slowly turning as he waited patiently behind a slower-moving horse drawn wagon bearing today's produce for the markets. He was seated comfortably, most of the design of the vehicle given over to cabin space, with Archive's Main Terminal mounted on the small table before him. Area Mapping was displayed on the main screen as the vehicle ambled along, controlled by Archive's auto-navigation... what Jerri used in place of a steering wheel. A lesser screen hovered above his lap which he used to review updates sent by the communication lacrima of his underlings, gingerly sipping a mixed-fruit drink.
In the passenger seat, one such underling accompanied him, the high-ranking Division Head of the Knights keeping only one soldier in his retinue at a time. For now, we'll call him Bob. Bob was a decent sort of fellow, not a Rune Knight like his superior, but still a decent soldier from the rank and file of Fiore's military. He'd been picked for this assignment due to his clean record, and notes on high morality. Granted, though the pay was certainly better, acting as an assistant and guard for the normally quiet and sometimes rather odd Inquisitor could be vexing at best.
Finally continuing past the wagon, Jerri assumed direct control with a second screen and parked the vehicle outside of a dusty old house at the back end of the village. Bob knew better than to ask questions, but he did not see the reason why a high-ranking member of the military would be out here to fetch a book for an old woman. On that note, Jerri didn't feel like answering it anyway even if the question had been asked.