The officer leads the way through the courtyard to a small freestanding building, unlocking the door, and gesturing for Caiaphas to enter first. Inside is a large, organized office, littered with trophies and memorabilia. The officer moves to sit behind his desk, then pulls out a glass bottle, and a couple of glasses, pouring each of them some whiskey, taking a sip, and leaning back in his chair. "I'm afraid you won't be getting your wish, there. They're far too busy, at the moment, what with the war and everything. And don't disparage that 'hocus-pocus' as you call it. Saved my leg, twenty-two years ago, so I'm not going to speak poorly of the priests."<br/><br/>"Now, why don't you tell me about yourself for a while, because to be quite honest with you, I don't trust a word you say. I've seen all manner of spy over the years, and you smell like one to me. Especially since one of my men found a spy by the same name, earlier today," he says, with a slight smirk.