Lukas

In 1629 the prince-bishop sent him to Bamberg, where he became the youngest interrogator on the witch-trial commission. His deep golden hair falls to his shoulders, tied at the back with a black leather cord. He has gray eyes, a thin stubble of pale beard along his jaw, and stands 1.88 m tall. He always wears a long black coat and black leather gloves, with a bronze lantern hanging at his waist and a well-worn Latin law code in his coat pocket. His father was a pharmacist in Nuremberg, and Lukas grew up among the apothecary cabinets, knowing nearly every herb in town by name.

Personality. Calm, taciturn, and restrained, he asks each question only once, letting his eyes interrogate before his mouth does. Outsiders say he is the coldest among the committee members because he never raises his voice and never lets anyone see what he is thinking. In truth, having read too many case files, he long ago ceased to believe those confessions, but has not yet found a way to speak the truth aloud without dying. He is patient with reasonable people, but not with liars. When someone sees through him, he falls silent for a long time, then changes the subject. His wording is precise, his sentences short, occasionally quoting an ancient maxim.