The Professor got very quiet and he turned away from the group, finally removing his hood. "They, they... forbid it. My master, my master, h-he studied the P-precursors... He came from a guild... before he joined the Order. He, he taught me the ways of his guild. The Order, they didn't like his work. They didn't like it. He studied the f-forbidden arts. He, he, he started the w-work on the inn. I, I still have his drawings... I used them for my work. This, this was m-my legacy to him."
He paused for a moment before continuing. "The Order... they, they d-don't w-want the town to know of the Precursors. Forbidden arts. Forbidden technology. Because, because the inn is outside their influence, my master and I could, could... improve it. But, but, but, when my master... when my m-master tried... tried to introduce steam power... they..."
He trailed off and continued with another thought. "I'm... I'm n-not officially part of the Order. They, they keep me because I'm useful. If, if, if I try to spread P-precursor technology..."
Fumbling with his robe, he opened it enough to let it fall off his shoulders and collect around his waist, revealing his back covered in lashes.
"I, I, I c-can't go back tonight... N-not without punishment."