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. "The city guard is the physical
arm of justice. Defining and overseeing the law is a matter
for the Order of Paladine."
Despite the merit of the statement, the Solamnian had
his doubts. "You have not yet explained my purpose here.
Am I to act as witness?"
"That is up to the inquisitors to decide."
INQUISITORS? Arryl disliked the sound of that.
The temple itself was as splendid as anything in Istar.
Immense marble columns rose high in the air. Intricate
friezes representing both the history of Istar and Paladine's
glory decorated the walls. Sculptures and other valuable
artifacts lined the halls. The temple had been built long
before the present Kingpriest. The additions made since his
rise to power were gaudy and seemed out of place. His
banners and masks were everywhere, but here the true
wonder of Paladine overwhelmed that of his servant, as was
only proper.
A pair of tall silver - TRUE silver - doors led to the
chamber where the inquisitors meted out justice. Tremaine
and the others waited for several minutes, the knight trying
not to grow impatient.
The doors suddenly swung open. Two large acolytes,
armed with very solid-looking maces, pushed the doors
aside and stood guard
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