As the days passed Lurtor grew more and more confused by his captor. Lurtor’s day was a simple one, he woke up in a simple room consisting of a hay filled bag upon which he slept, a small chair (a bit smaller then what would be comfortable) with a small desk attached. His breakfast consisted of a simple porridge and water, for lunch a hunk of bread, and for dinner simply vegitables and some fruit. Eventually after lunch one day Lurtor was escorted by a couple of Squires to the Inquisitor’s office. He was then sat down in front of the Inquisitor’s desk.
The Inquisitor had an odd appearance, Lurtor now had a chance to have good look at him. The Inquisitor was tall for an Earther, he stood around six feet nine inches tall, thickly built but not fat. His robes hid the details of his features but they could only hide so much considering his size. Nothing of his body was exposed, as his hands were gloved and he was wearing combat boots. His head was covered by a hood and a mask, the mask didn’t contain much in the way of features. Consisting of a pair of raised eye pieces plus a line of small spikes that separated the sides of the mask vertically, the rest was featureless.
The Masked Inquisitor sat at his desk with his elbows on the table, hands grasped together and spoke with that creepy mechanical voice. “So my little intruder, how are you feeling on this day?”