Enemy Number One

"Someone call a medic!" 

Hastily shaking my head about to say something, a familiar arm tapped against my shoulder as Vesryn showed himself with a contentious expression, causing me to frown. 

"Problem?" I whispered as he led me into a secluded zone away from wondering eyes. 

"I just got a report." He said softly, pulling out a strange-looking metal cube carrying a sci-fi, alien tech bullshit design. "Bad news for you." 

"I'll be the judge of that," I replied with a smile. 

Vesryn grimaced and sighed, "A Lordling family just published an article about you. Butcher of Blood Haven." My eyes went wide, and Vesryn continued with a deepening frown. "The article details an inquisitor butchering mercenaries out of sheer bloodlust." 

"Shit." 

"The title of Inquisitor is your shield Iza. If you lose it. You'll be more fucked than Cece."