551 550. Old Pals 

"Inquisitor High Lord? Darksaber? Who's that?" Sylvester questions the elder. "I believe the Inquisitor High Lord of the church had given up his position." 

Elder Norsmin sighed, his long elephant trunk swaying slightly, "We know that, respected Zohron. But he left his position because of the corruption in the Holy Land, for the death of the Lord's Bard, and the future of the faith. But the Bard lives and thrives—the Inquisitor High Lord of the old has also returned. The one here is someone else… someone sinister, with intentions unknown." 

'So they know I'm back and place their loyalty in me?' Sylvester subtly found out more details. But it was time to bring them to the center stage.