"High Inquisitor," Diarmuid breathed when he saw Ignatious enter the room.
Diarmuid still hadn't figured out where he was supposed to sit and he'd been standing somewhat awkwardly to the side as other dinner guests arrived, but the instant he saw Ignatious enter the room, his whole body went stiff and petty concerns seemed to melt away as he came face to face with the vampire who had once been one of the Inquisition's most storied heroes.
Ignatious might not be carrying his Holy Flame Blade to this gathering, but to Diarmuid, it hardly mattered. Years of reflexes combined with deep admiration and respect, compelling him to kneel in reverence to the man who was thought to have died more than eighty years ago during the Brothers' War.
