Fritz entered the Inn, "Barkeep! A room for the week, and a hot meal please?" The inquisitor placed a few small silver coins on the bar counter, "Oh and if you would please have your servants see to my horse, she's the old speckled mare tied to a post out back." He seated himself at an empty table glad for the opportunity to rest his weary bones. Leaning back against the old wooden chair he signaled a passing serving wench for an ale by mimicking the action of deeply drinking from a tankard. With the issue of food and shelter done with he sat back and listened into the smattering of conversations that surrounded him.<br/><br/>"The devil walks among us......She wears blue and lives alone in the forest."<br/><br/>For some reason that description seemed oddly familiar to Fritz, oh look here comes beer. He thanked the wench for the tankard and continued listening in. It was the typical superstitious talk that rurals tended to spread amongst themselves, the sort of talk that more often than not resulted in the death of a perfectly innocent midwife, but still he was bound by duty to follow any leads that came up. Coming up to their table he introduced himself.<br/><br/>"Gentleman, I have heard your concerns that there might be a witch in the area perhaps I may be of assistance. I am Fritz Jaeger a inquisitor of the church." This was all said in a tired almost irreverent tone, as if this were an introduction that he had used for years and years to calm the fears of superstitious village folk.