Zacharias Barnham

An Inquisitor in the now nonexistent Witch Trials, I still, however, retain my duty as a knight. Labyrinthia still needs protectors. [Post-game] (Link below.)

[Zacharias Barnham @IroncladInquest]

@darkIaws "Allow me to ease your torment, milady!"

[Zacharias Barnham @IroncladInquest]

"....Hold on one moment. Sir Layton steals girls? He's a kidnapper? U...Unbelievable!"

[Zacharias Barnham @IroncladInquest]

"Girl? What girl? I.. do not have a daughter."

[Zacharias Barnham @IroncladInquest]

@darkIaws "Milady, not getting proper sleep worsens the health; please get your due rest."

[Zacharias Barnham @IroncladInquest]

"I ask again, just /what/ is a 'fricker'? I am currently hearing it stuck to my name."

[Zacharias Barnham @IroncladInquest]

"...What's a 'fricker'?"

[Zacharias Barnham @IroncladInquest]

The knight sighs and casts his eyes to the ground for only a brief moment.

Well, one cannot please everyone, as they say.

[Zacharias Barnham @IroncladInquest]

"I.. do not see any cause for you to hate me, Milady, but... I cannot sway you from your decision if that is how you truly feel." @darkIaws

[Zacharias Barnham @IroncladInquest]

An orange brow quirks. "Yes?" https://t.co/XArbTMOx0q

[Zacharias Barnham @IroncladInquest]

@LadyBelduke -of things, he had almost ignored her. (Zacharias, you fool...!)

[Zacharias Barnham @IroncladInquest]

@LadyBelduke -isn't too late, if seven seconds isn't too long a pause. In his effort to keep himself from venturing into the awkward side-

[Zacharias Barnham @IroncladInquest]

@LadyBelduke -something, and he mentally hits himself.

"I need no help, Miss Eve. But thank you for the offer." he simply hopes the answer-

[Zacharias Barnham @IroncladInquest]

@LadyBelduke -the paper, fighting the urge to glance across the room and at the woman he knows is sitting there.

Then he remembers-

[Zacharias Barnham @IroncladInquest]

@LadyBelduke -files. He plucks his quill from the bottle of ink and begins to work.

Inquisitor Barnham attempts to pour his attention on-

[Zacharias Barnham @IroncladInquest]

@LadyBelduke -steps away from the Courthouse. His hair and face were not safe, however.

With a sigh, the knight sits. He shuffles his-

[Zacharias Barnham @IroncladInquest]

@LadyBelduke -his desk. He grabs a clean rag, pats the droplets off his armor. Fortunately, the torrent began when he was only a dozen-

[Zacharias Barnham @IroncladInquest]

@LadyBelduke -myself as soon as possible, Milady." he fumbles only slightly, so miniscule that it is barely noticeable.

Zacharias moves to-

[Zacharias Barnham @IroncladInquest]

@LadyBelduke -improves from the dreary slouch; he stands in attention, offers a salute, fist over heart. "Ah, well. I shall clean up after-

[Zacharias Barnham @IroncladInquest]

@LadyBelduke His mood was unbearably heavy that he had failed to notice his superior. Once he does, however, his posture immediately-

[Zacharias Barnham @IroncladInquest]

-Inquisitor's Hall with his usually spiky hair matted to his forehead, soaked, an equally somber scowl on his face matching the climate.