A shame. And here I thought our illustrious Inquisitor had an answer for all of our most dire questions.

Perhaps if I merely wept a bit, batted my eyelashes at you, I could convince you to find an answer for me. Send you on some sprawling quest to find the answer in a tiny, abandoned hovel, written on ages old parchment.

[ He shakes his arms again, managing to rid himself of most of the blood. ]

Tell me, why is it that you never take me anywhere nice?