The Inquisitor wasn't able to say a word as he was staring at the unknown creature. After a while his mouth opened and he talked without a single stutter. "You can talk?" He pulled out a notebook and a feather starting to write. "What are you? Is this the biggest your kind can grow, or are there larger examples? If so, could people use you for keeping areal surveillance of a city? Can people ride you? How fast can you go? Would demon hunting be a problem for your kind? What do you eat?" From his book he took a metal rod that was hidden in thr back of it and expanded the rod by twisting it's end. Then he continued to talk like a waterfall. "Can you hold still? I want to mesure your wings. This is so exciting." It seemed like he had totally forgotten why he came here in the first place. But then his talking came to an sudden end as he was just standing there, holding his book and rod, realizing he just made a complete idiot of himself.

"I'm sorry. I used to study creatures, actually my former job as a beast hunter made it possible for me to join the inquisition. I hope I didn't hurt your feelings, it's just... just forget about it. You asked why I needed the quicksilver, right? Well, it's for the inquisition of course. I want to develop a new gadget for our hunters. But I still need to run some tests on some varieties of quicksilver. It will be for the Orchestra, the main core of the hunters. It should help them to kill them selves with less pain, and quicker." He paused as he didn't realize that what he said may be misunderstood. Then it came to his mind. "Oh, oh no, not like I want them to kill them selves. Dying is just a part of hunting. We all swore an oath that if we where turned we'd end it to not endager our comrades. And with the device I'm working on they should be able to take demons and other vermin with them as they die, without harming other hunters."