Inquisitor BobTHJ carefully guides his horse down the narrow road into the valley. The town of Zahndorf lies just ahead. In the darkness of night he can see lamplights in the windows of several residences.

It had been several months since he last visited the village. When the church learned of the recent murders in the small village, they had no choice but to send a member of the cloth to investigate. BobTHJ knew of the task that lied ahead of him. The villagers might not readily accept the religious authority with which he arrived. But for now it was time to rest. There would be plenty of time to meet at the town hall and conduct his investigation in the morning. With a steady hand, he guides his horse toward the inn…

Please un-idle me!