[b]Father Creid's relationships:
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The masked Inquisitor didn't seem to possess much in the form of emotional attachment to any of his students. He was of a light disposition, always there to hold a conversation or answer questions, his mood always on a level plain. But beyond this, nothing. In fact, it is difficult to remember him ever being angry, or sad, or excited about anything. Because of this, there was a strange sense of inhumanity about him (his stiff movements and artificial limbs dodn't help matters, of course). Creid's purpose was to impart his knowledge and make his trainees the greatest inquisitors he could. Unlike Gregoroth's method of sharpening pupils down until only iron remained, Creid preferred building his students up-- taking their own unique quirks, strengths and weaknesses-- and making them powerful and exceptional the way they were, warts and all. He strove to not just make them powerful in magic, but knowledgeable in as many aspects of the world as possible. Unlike other classes, it seemed as though he was equipping Warband Phoenix for something that didn't involve war or religion. He worked tirelessly to give his students strength and wisdom, but would disappeared as soon as the sessions were over. To see Creid on training-free days was rare.

Creid treated all his pupils the same, regardless of their skill. Even though he was in charge of teaching his students ether manipulation strengthening and honing their magical abilities, he kept no favorites. All of his students received the same amount of attention, no matter the size of their ether pools, or what truly lay in their hearts regarding the Church and Lord Varya.