Winterfell

Vesryn's expression couldn't have darkened more as he snorted. "Why the hell would I do that? Twenty Heartstones for what? For you to tell me that Father and Mother probably made clones of themselves?" He spat, rolling his eyes. "I don't need you to tell me something so simple." 

Hm. I didn't think of that. Ves seems more knowledgeable in that regard. But… can he be trusted. And why can't I feel his emotions? Is there some trick I don't know? Does it have something to do with his affiliation?

Vesryn cleared his throat and eyed me for a second. "Where are you from?" 

"Earth, I was taken away from my world and dumped here," I replied, and a short nod came my way. 

"Ah, so you're a part of the new batch. It's only been two days since then, but your stats have risen considerably. And you're an Inquisitor." 

"Wait, you can see my stats!" I realized. I had not said anything about being an inquisitor. "Are you that much stronger them me."