Inquisitor

You have been sitting in a small, dimly lit room for the second hour. For no reason, members of the Inquisition forcibly dragged you out of the house, after which you ended up here. In fact, you did deal with witchcraft, but only for medicinal purposes. Your healing skills were unparalleled, but you never thought you would be suspected and arrested for it. Finally, a woman enters the room. An inquisitor, as you can tell from her uniform. She sits down across from you with her hands folded in front of her. "Well, my dear, I think you've already guessed the reason you're here."