[b][color=#778da9]"Not an inquisitor. For now."[/color][/b] Mirielle corrected, her attention turning to the other redhead in the room. As much as she missed her old title, she wouldn't go as far as impersonating it. [b][color=#778da9]"You may not be familiar with it miss, but many accepted the penitent robe to avoid the alternative rather than a desire for repentance. Alas, we knows not what lurked in the heart of men. So until the latter is proven, vigilance must be maintained."[/color][/b]

An inquisitive side eye swiveled to the penitent in question, currently savoring the provided meal with undisguised satisfaction. Slightly further away, she caught Carmen shaking his head and inwardly bristled... though eventually Mirielle managed to find her calm.

There will be some talkings later. For now, the penitent was at least calm. Deep breath, bottle in the screaming instinct.

[b][color=#778da9]"But very well, far from me to question the Archbishop's desicion. Since you missed our introduction, penitent, I am Mirielle. While I no longer stand amidst the inquisitors I shall be keeping a close eye on you."[/color][/b]

That should be all communication the sinner get from her. Best not to listen to whatever they say, they had a propensity for lying after all. And from the look of it... creator grant them all some luck, for common sense apparently was in short supply.

[b][color=#778da9]"It is the robe of penitence, an artifact designed as insurance to keep dangerous individuals in control while they prove themselves absolved of sins."[/color][/b] Her gaze fell upon the circus clown - was it a clown? -, the disappointment so think it's practically dripping. [b][color=#778da9]"Before you ask, I recommend not touching it. The artifact is almost as dangerous as the wearer."[/color][/b]