[Maketh rubs her thumb along the edge of her mug to center herself. Still her mind. Be objective, be thorough. Finally she looks up, sadly.] We called him the Inquisitor. If he had a name, it was taken from him a long time ago. He was barely a man. Powerful, certainly. One of the strongest fighters I ever encountered and an efficient strategist. But not much of a man.

[The smile she gives Regis isn't gentle.]

He took great pleasure in executing my lieutenants.

[She has nightmares about his smile, sometimes.]

Indeed. Something more subtle is required.