Gregor listened silently, and was taken aback by her quick and astute assessment of the political nature of the situation. It was true that this had nothing to do with real penitence and that Gregor was as much a pawn in a much bigger game as she was. It was clearly written upon her face that she was scared. No surprises there. Gregor knew that the Templars could be just as horrible as anything he prosecuted on a daily basis. He didn't feel sympathy for her, though -- she was still a witch. Magic was a vile thing, in Gregor's opinion, and he loathed the idea of having this [i]woman[/i] use it to help him. Besides, if the general public was to learn that the inquisition used witches for their own purposes, the scandal would be unimaginable. Gregor shook his head and pinched the bridge of his nose. 

"First of all, you're not going back to that place," he said in a low voice. "You are to come with me and -- Gods above, I hate saying this -- help me. You don't have to understand this. Just know that you're right and that we're both being used." 

The inquisitor paused for a few seconds. If they were going to work together, he figured she deserved to know his name and what they were going to do. "My name is Gregor Ravenor Nykerius. I am an inquisitor in the Emperor's employ. It is my duty to root out the gravest threats to the Emperor's rule that exist within Montgarde's borders, and bring them to justice. That normally includes those who practice witchcraft... do you understand, [i]Loka?[/i]" The last words came out with a hard edge to them and Gregor practically hissed the woman's name. He moved his left hand and rested it on the pommel of the longsword sheathed at his waist. The implied threat was clear.