A red-velvet curtain flutters in the open window of the Inquisitor's caravan, as it rumbles slowly into the 14th century town of Faerburn, England. Drake Haughton sits inside, toying with his dice. Drake considers the town a cesspool, and its inhabitants as either scoundrels or uncouth buffoons. He would much rather be in some other place... any other place The Inquisitor has been summoned for a reason, however; a woman is to be tried for practising witchcraft, and punishing those found guilty is a task which panders to his perverse nature Drake is about to roll his dice again. After years of meting out torture and death to hundreds of innocent people, in his typically horrendous and sadistic style, Drake is about to come face-to-face with something that beggars belief. Faerburn is a hotbed of weird behaviour; it always was, and if Rose Blake has her way, it always will be Roll up, roll up The Fun of the Fair, See the wytch burning Laugh if you dare Let the GOTH begin