Nodding to the driver you turn away from the village, and start making your way down a rough dirt trail winding its way through the outskirts of the village and towards the river where the ferry would bear you across to the far side. Its a fairly short trip, and as you round a corner the ferryman's house comes into view, the man comes out and hollers out to you,
"The ferry is closed on order's from up at Brakenwall, so you'd bes ...."
The man pauses stunned as he catches a glimpse of your pendant, he gulps before picking back up,
"Oh .... my deepest apologies Madam Inquisitor, if you wish to cross follow me, I'll get the ferry underway and you'll be on the far side in no time, no charge of course like one of your esteemed office deserves."
You grin slightly as the man turns around, and runs back inside panicking, probable thinking he had committed some heresy that might offend you, it was gonna take a lot of getting used to with everyone stepping so lightly around you. You only have to wait a minute or two before the ferryman rushes back out, a ring of keys in his hand and a jacket thrown over his shoulder, he leads the way onto the ferry which is little more then a glorified barge. With a bench across either side, and a little area off to the front where the ferryman takes his place, unlocking a padlock that locked the rope tightly in place before he begins to haul on it, dragging the ferry slowly across the water in time with his pulls. You wait in absolute silence until you get to the far side, you tell the ferryman to come back for you the following day around midday before setting out once more on a road that doesn't quite deserve such a title.
Minutes roll by as you walk, and slow does the landscape turning slowly from empty fields and hills to sparse brush to a full forest, the road you are on cuts its way through the forest avoiding hills, and the thicker parts of the woodlands. However as you follow the path a sense of unease settles upon you, where only moments before the air had felt normal it felt suddenly .... wrong, as if some vile force had tainted it for whatever purpose. Then suddenly you felt it, something or somethings were watching you, following you from a distance but drawing closer with every passing moment, you try to act normal as you continue but you know you have to do something or this could end badly ...
Health: Perfect
Fatigue: None
Skills:
Skilled Leader
Competent Speech-craft
Adequate Marksman
Novice Swordsman
Novice Fighter
Dabbling Alchemist
Poor Ritualist
Possessions:
Flintlock Pistol [Good Quality, Single Shot, Enough Ammo for Six Shots]
Iron Shortsword [Good Quality, Light and Well Balanced]
Writ of Harkus [A document given to you by the Order and the nation's government]
Inquisitor's Basic Guide to Alchemy, and Rituals [A book that covers the very basics of Alchemy, and Rituals, you doubt you could do very much with the knowledge in this, but still its something.]
Pendant of the Order [A pair of intricately carved crossed pistols on a diamond of metal.]
Bag Filled with Silver [A rather large amount of money is in this bag.]