Zander woke up from a terrible nights sleep, the bags under his eyes and sore muscle were proof of his discomfort. Zander didn't often remember his dreams like the one that came to him last night, granted this was a nightmare worse than any other, it was hard for him to forget. In his nightmare he relived the tragedy at Aggrast village, not as a paladin though, but as a spectator looking through every paladins eyes seconds before they were slaughtered. He watched as he stood there waiting, waiting for the girl, waiting for something. Seconds before he calmed himself he saw a shadow of a...thing moving quickly towards him. he was killed by it, but he didn't know how, he only knew it hurt and he was bleeding at an alarming rate. His view switched from one person to the next, always dieing the exact same way, it was horrible. soon after he took on the view of the paladins facing Azure. He tried to fight but he couldn't, his muscles didn't respond to his thoughts, his divine light didn't come to him, and his weapon was no where to be found. He stood there and watched as Azure froze him. The paralyzing thought of starring death right in the face, but not being able to do a single thing about it was terrifying. Zander tried to forget this nightmare, but it haunted him , he just couldn't shake it. Zander decided to relax with a cup of coffee, thinking it will ease his mind like it normally did. He poured water through a small clothe that held a held a handfull of smashed coffee beans, the result was an aromatic brew that poured nicely into his tin cup. He grabbed the tin cup and brought it to his lips ready to drink it. when the cup touched his lips it was no longer metal rimmed, but rather a smooth cold bone. He looked down at what he was holding only to be greeted by a dead paladin. He dropped the skull, and watched every second of its everlasting fall.

The conveniently timed jerk of the horse brought him back to reality, breaking his flashback and leaving him with whats really happening. He looked around, and saw two paladins riding horses in front of him. One of them being the grand inquisitor Sebastian Arman, the other being Varkasan, a strong paladin who was a candidate for being an inquisitor. Zander's evocative trance was snapped when he heard the voice of Sebastian, the grand inquisitor. Sebastian spoke to them about witch hunters and the training that accompanied them. Zander couldn't think of a reason not to become one, a witch hunter is the strongest of the strong. With such power as the Witch Hunters he could wipe away every last magic user on the planet, every mage would vanish if he so desired. 

"I shall do it, sir. I willingly give my mind and body to the trials you shall put forth." He heard Varkasan say through the repetitive gallop of the horses. 

"I will as well, putting my mind and body towards all that good stuff." Zander said. he sort of mocked Varkasan because of his choice of words. After the fact it probably wasn't a good idea to put such a joking manner on this situation. He remember the grand inquisitor rushing them away after the white haired girl had told him about the key in the dwarven vaults. It seemed like a battle was approaching which made the joke all the more inappropriate. Zander tried to equilibrate his mocking tone by being more serious."Where exactly are we going Sebastian?" He questioned.