Knightmare27
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To Brother Medardus, better known in fearfully hushed tones as The Witchfinder, this looked like a routine case. Then again, routine cases were often the hardest to crack...
As always, two guards had escorted the accused into the court chamber above the dungeon where he sat at a dark oaken desk, with his head strategically hidden by the deep cowl. He knew how important first impressions were, and he wanted them to be absolutely terrifying.
This one looked terrified enough already, the thought. Quite young. Large, dark eyes. Long, slightly disheveled black hair. She was wearing a long, white-and-green garment, the intricate embroideries on it clearly showing that she was a member of the wealthier classes.
This girl should not be used to pain and fear, but his experience cautioned him not too assume too much.
"The court is now in session. Accused, state your name and your profession."
As always, two guards had escorted the accused into the court chamber above the dungeon where he sat at a dark oaken desk, with his head strategically hidden by the deep cowl. He knew how important first impressions were, and he wanted them to be absolutely terrifying.
This one looked terrified enough already, the thought. Quite young. Large, dark eyes. Long, slightly disheveled black hair. She was wearing a long, white-and-green garment, the intricate embroideries on it clearly showing that she was a member of the wealthier classes.
This girl should not be used to pain and fear, but his experience cautioned him not too assume too much.
"The court is now in session. Accused, state your name and your profession."