The two masters, one dark, one light, were left in the training hall. The Major walked around the room, admiring the magical artifacts.
"Wow," he said. "This hall is magnificent. I can see how it must have looked, back in the day. It must have cost you a fortune to fix it. But the Bedwens weren't the most illustrious Inquisition family for nothing."
"It needed more work," the light master acknowledged. "But my personal fortune was sufficient. I didn't get any of the Bedwen money. It was all confiscated during the Reformation."
"Of course," the Major said, with a hint of irony. "Like all the great families. Everybody lost their family fortune then. Illicit gains, and all that. But it's remarkable how quickly the Bedwen name resurfaced from the ashes."
The two men shared a look. One knew
