[Craig]

"All I ask is for access to your library," Said the skinny stranger, freakishly silhouetted against the stars.
"Step over here lad," Said the gruff voice of the guard, he was wary enough to see who it was before letting the seemingly small and insignificant lad in.
"If not your library, then a mage," the guard spat, "A cleric, then."
"Aye and what for? I ain't letting a pale stranger in for no reason." Replied the guard, seadfast.
"If you must know it is a matter of my heritage, and of what I am," said the inquisitor, kimono waving in the night winds.
"Why would you want to do that?" Replied the guard with a chuckle, stopping as a steely gaze lock on to his eyes, he hadn't seen a look like that, even from the resident mages. As if touched by sympathy he said, "Aye, if you wish."

He entered.