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I like how this image contrasts with her normal appearance. Here she seems genuine, without the pomp, pride, and self-importance, which complements the plethora of bulky augmetics, layers of robes, and the axe of Omnissiah, which she almost never parts with (the Magos even carries it when visiting her Skitariis). And the real Chiota is a rather thin voidborn with skinny shoulders, a sickly pale complexion, and even a minor, albeit insignificant, defect (corrected by two braces installed near her eye).

"Do you know why the Tessaint brothers no longer come to balls together?" "They must both be busy working." A knock on the door broke the silence. A confident hand struck the wood an even number of times, with a pause of exactly one second. It was impossible to knock on the door more threateningly, a work habit. - Come in, - Percival’s voice sounded as confident as usual. The silhouette of the newly appointed Lord Inquisitor appeared behind the opened door. Xavier smoothed his hair with his hand and his usual smirk, more reminiscent of a predatory grin, appeared on his face. - I didn’t notice that scar on you - the brothers never exchanged pleasantries, didn’t greet each other in public, didn’t wish anything good at the ends of their letters, only writing their names. The culprit of the small scar that crossed the Inquisitor's upper lip was a short elf who had escaped from him three times. A daily reminder of his mistake. Xavier chuckled, but said nothing. With measured steps he approached the Advisor's desk and picked up an inconspicuous-looking letter with a seal in the form of a small bird. - Put it back in its place. - Hiding something from the Inquisition? - Xavier grinned. He was so proud of that word, "Inquisition." The letter fell back onto the table. - I came to congratulate you on your new position and your new office. And you greet me with that deadpan expression. - You already congratulated me at the estate when I received the letter. - That day, two envelopes with the royal seal were delivered, Xavier got the message about the refusal. Percival finally looked up at his brother. He ignored his words again. - Why did you refuse to hang our portrait here? You looked so young in it, with that spark in your eyes, and I came out great. - Don't you dare hang it anywhere. Go and order a new one. - A note of irritation finally appeared in the older brother's voice. Xavier continued to walk around the office, examining the books on the shelves. - You should be grateful, Xavier. The post of Lord Inquisitor is not given out for nothing. He chuckled and waited a couple of seconds before answering. - The post of Lord Inquisitor was created for you, - His voice dripped with disdain. - The Radiance appointed me only after you refused twice. Chose the next Tessaint on the list, I'm surprised he didn't offer this post to our sister before me. - You're being dramatic again. - And you're not listening to me again, Percy! - Xavier barked, slamming his fist on the table. The advisor put down his pen and stood up from his desk. - To you, I am Messire General Percival du Tessaint, Lord Inquisitor, - His voice was painfully calm. Dry and emotionless. - Now, please, leave my office. Genuine surprise did not often appear on Xavier's face. His voice wavered for a moment. - ...Brother, you're not- - Leave my office. The door slammed shut. Percival sat back down at the table and sighed heavily.