Summons

Got a letter on my desk this morning. Different make from the others and addressed to me rather than my department, so I had a look, and now here I am, sent off on some random errand with a bunch of strangers.
 
Better than being stuck behind that damn desk, I suppose.
 
Ever since my first patrol the paperwork's never stopped coming, never stopped piling up just when I thought I'd got through it. Everyone knows exactly what's going on and either just lets it happen, or they're the ones dropping heaps of paper on me. Without even sorting through it first. Though I suppose keeping me there's kind of the point, from what I've gathered. No one knows what happened on my first patrol. No one knows what happened to that poor sod who cornered me with a knife. Even I don't know how it happened. One minute he was coming at me, the next he was choking on the ground, stomach crushed in. Something was wrong with my hand. Really wrong. But that's all I know. After that everyone else did everything they could to keep me at my desk, off the streets.
 
I don't know what's worse: not blaming them for it, or not being angry.
 
Shouldn't be surprised at this point, though.
 
Guess I wasn't the only one to get a letter like this, given the other three and the 'chat' we just had with the guy responsible. Shifty fellow. Used magic to make us tell the truth - I think, I don't know how magic works - then asked us about any 'encounters with the supernatural'. I wasn't exactly keen to share, but the others were pretty open, so I figured there was no point in fighting it, just told him as little as possible. Thankfully he didn't ask. Still miffed about showing off my marks, but as long as the others don't start poking and prodding there's no harm done. I don't like giving people more reasons to think I'm weird.
 
Two humans and a dwarf, they are. Nathaniel said he was an Inquisitor, which means I'll need to keep an eye on him, make sure he doesn't start burning things - or people - for no good reason. The other human's a librarian of sorts, Alistair. Seemed amiable enough. He's also the one most likely to poke and prod, so I'll need to be careful if he gets curious about my marks. The dwarf's a bit of a nervous wreck, I think his name's Alain? He stammered a lot so it was hard to tell. Doesn't seem too threatening, though the fact that he was also called, just like we were, and had some sort of magical bullshit happen to him, just like us, makes me think he's more than he's letting on.
 
I think I'll just keep an eye on all of them.