Risen - Short Stories #3

This one is called The Inquisition:

The city had changed since the Inquisition had taken over.
The fat man sat on a bench outside the Laughing Gyrger and watched. Cid had settled down next to him.
"Man, my old lady has her heart set on a pearl necklace. Where am I supposed to get one, now?" complained Cid.
"How should I know? You boys used to be able to conjure up just about everything."
"Yeah, but back then we didn’t have that damn Inquisitor," stated the bandit. "And we could do business with the town guards. Just imagine, they recently grabbed Rodriguez and dragged him off to the Monastery. Straight to the Inquisitor. And when he came back, he was a completely different person. Almost like they swapped him for somebody else. And now he actually wants to report me if he ever catches me in a crooked deal again. Rodriguez of all people! That's scary. That Inquisitor and his magic eye, he looks straight into your head and turns you upside down. And then you do whatever he wants. You can’t trust that guy. He knows more about those temples and monsters than he admits, bet on it."
The fat man said nothing. That was all too much for him.