Manor of Origin (REDUX)

The illusionary hound bounds across the room, but doesn’t seem to cause any sort of reaction from anything in the room.
Seeing this ,Inquisitor makes his way to the door at the far end of the room. Weaving his way through the statues in the dim candle light, doing his best to be on alert for anything he might have missed in the darkness.
Then just as he reaches the large double doors…
A faint pressure pushes against the edge of a joint in Inquisitors armor making an audible clank.
Inquisitor catches on of the smaller statues hidden in the darkness scrambling back into the shadows before going completely still. Counting on the darkness and the minor nature of the failed attack to conceal it.
Inquisitor can see in the dark, and is not amused.

Chariot: Between the darkness and the mirror gazing you can only tell the general area of the thing that made a move on Inquisitor. If you choose not o fire upon it, it’ll be a shot in the dark.
Banshee: You follow Inquisitor’s gaze to the short outline of the thing in the dark. It’s standing stock still, waiting for someone else to make a moving. Seeming to hope nobody noticed.

The creature startles at Inquisitor’s yell, causing it to trip over its own feet in the instant the stone floor transforms to mud. This leaves it unable to leap away from the trap and ankle deep in the floor.
It struggles to free itself to no avail, and does not seem keen to answer Inquisitor.
Faux, seeing the threat effectively neutralized grabs one of the candles and sheds some light on it.
The creature is humanoid, completely wrapped in rags that cover all of its skin along with a large hood to hide its face. It’s only about waist high to Inquisitor with spindly limbs. Making it look a bit awkward as if it wasn’t finished growing quite yet.
It is currently trying to use a small bronze dagger to chip away at the stone binding it’s feet. Without any success. It’s grunts of exertion are faintly hiss like.

The creature freezes at the threat, slowly placing its knife on the floor beside it.
With slow deliberate movements, it reaches for its hood and slips it off its head.
What lies beneath is a surprise. A mop of shaggy black hair conceals a lot of the top half of his face, but it is certainly the face of a young boy or what was once a young boy.
Scales cover the entirety of his neck and jawline, his eyes are slitted and reptilian. It’s clear he was once human, but no longer.
He stares at Inquisitor awaiting the next order.

The little snake gremlin nods his head, but makes no move to speak. Only eyeing Inquisitor and Chariot with extreme wariness.