Avoiding Crucifixion
Tycondrius descended the ramp with a sense of purpose, a burlap sack heaved over his shoulder.
He had contacted the authorities in Cersei's Rest using the ship's communication device... and he'd declared his rank as Decanus. It was technically true, as he had been granted a battlefield promotion while he worked for the now-defunct Rhodok adventuring guild.
For authenticity, he wore a set of Tyrion Decanus armor he'd looted from their forward team's remains. The sword on his side once belonged to a young, bright-eyed Avenger-- one he killed personally. He hoped he wouldn't have to kill any more Tyrions, this sun.
Tycon approached his two companions and the group of Church enforcers, with whom they were conversing.
He quickly identified the gentleman with the largest hat, rendering a salute, "Good morning, Inquisitor. Decanus Tycon reporting as ordered."