...What? Do you doubt my words? Away with you─I will suffer your slander no more.
Whatever is the matter with you? Can you not take a hint? I do not care if you doubt my words, stranger. I told you, I know naught of that encyclical. Now, away with you!
You know, don't you? Fury take me, I prayed this day would come...
When Ser Joellaut gave chase, I followed close behind. He didn't fall─one of those Dravanian abominations lashed out at him, nearly killed him right then and there. I drew my sword and rushed to his side, straining to see the enemy. But what came from the dark was not a beast, but a voice.
He...he knew things about me, about my family. Secrets I had never told another. He said that if I kept his confidence, Ser Joellaut and I would be spared. But, if I defied him...everyone I loved would suffer unimaginable horrors before they died.
When at last I agreed to his terms, the man came forward. His robes marked him as an inquisitor, but I knew him to be false. Together, we carried Ser Joellaut to the infirmary, and on his first night in Whitebrim Front “Inquisitor Guillaime” was heralded as a hero...
Soon after came the accusations─countless men and women of good moral standing, seized whilst in possession of draconian rosaries. As I feared, he was condemning the innocent to death. I wanted to confess to Lord Drillemont, wanted to put an end to the madness─but then I would remember the inquisitor's threats. And so I did nothing...until Lord Francel was accused.
Some time ago, I followed the inquisitor and found that he kept draconian rosaries in a chest hidden southeast of Whitebrim Front. So, I took several from his chest and planted them in shipments bound for Skyfire Locks. As I hoped, they were discovered and considered evidence of a conspiracy against House Haillenarte, thus exonerating Lord Francel and casting doubt on the other recent trials. And that is the entire truth, I swear. Halone forgive me for not acting sooner...
Do not make me say it aloud again, I beg of you. Even now he could be watching, listening to every word. It may already be too late for us...