In a corner of the mansion, another new arrival was waiting for the inquisitor's retinue to return. Marcus had been diispatched here to assist with whatever was going on here. His orders had been vague, but he hadn't questioned them. Doubt prepared the mind for heresy after all. He trotted into the room and loudly announced his arrival. "Marcus Agathon, here as requisitioned." He looked around. "So what is required of me now?"