Getting the Ball Rolling Again
Sometimes things go smoothly and sometimes they don't.
Sometimes, wrenches get thrown into the works and no one carries fault. Sometimes, Fate decides to just pick a fight with circumstance. Fate decided to play with the courts but the courts persisted. After all, even Fate can throw a bone every now and then.
"How often d'you get a prisoner to come back willingly?"
"I dunno. I still think he's drugged or somethin'."
Snatches of conversations drifted through the air as a few clerks pulled out a case that had almost been given up. Gods only knew how many others had never come through but that was the way Rhy'Din had worked for long enough that no one took much notice. It was the way Rhy'Din worked. Rhy'Din had seen the prisoner known as Arc'err for years but not as a willing prisoner. Until now. Rhy'Din had seen many criminals run free — genuine criminals run about without any sort of control. It hadn't seen much of the other kind of criminal: The kind that turned over. The kind that didn't want to be a criminal. The kind that still fought to get away from the darkness. The kind that still clawed upward for an ideal.
Dusty offices became a flurry of action once more as word began to filter out. They needed people again. They needed people for a trial that was indeed going to happen. The trial that was going to happen and going to be done properly. They needed people. They needed the records. They needed evidence.
The offices of a few clerks got dusted off in a real hurry.
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The note that arrived to the office a short while later was short, to-the-point and while it could be overlooked as a hurried writer, the thing had no signature. Still, it got to where it needed to be. It was the reopening of a case without a chance to get cold.
Governor Helston,
Apologies for abruptness but the courts are now in need of people. The Arc'err case has been reopened. He has returned to the holding houses of his own volition, presumably after either an escape or foul play. If you know of any willing and able to stand as defense, prosecution, judge and jury, it would be highly appreciated. Thank you, Governor Helston.
Sometimes things go smoothly and sometimes they don't.
Sometimes, wrenches get thrown into the works and no one carries fault. Sometimes, Fate decides to just pick a fight with circumstance. Fate decided to play with the courts but the courts persisted. After all, even Fate can throw a bone every now and then.
"How often d'you get a prisoner to come back willingly?"
"I dunno. I still think he's drugged or somethin'."
Snatches of conversations drifted through the air as a few clerks pulled out a case that had almost been given up. Gods only knew how many others had never come through but that was the way Rhy'Din had worked for long enough that no one took much notice. It was the way Rhy'Din worked. Rhy'Din had seen the prisoner known as Arc'err for years but not as a willing prisoner. Until now. Rhy'Din had seen many criminals run free — genuine criminals run about without any sort of control. It hadn't seen much of the other kind of criminal: The kind that turned over. The kind that didn't want to be a criminal. The kind that still fought to get away from the darkness. The kind that still clawed upward for an ideal.
Dusty offices became a flurry of action once more as word began to filter out. They needed people again. They needed people for a trial that was indeed going to happen. The trial that was going to happen and going to be done properly. They needed people. They needed the records. They needed evidence.
The offices of a few clerks got dusted off in a real hurry.
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The note that arrived to the office a short while later was short, to-the-point and while it could be overlooked as a hurried writer, the thing had no signature. Still, it got to where it needed to be. It was the reopening of a case without a chance to get cold.
Governor Helston,
Apologies for abruptness but the courts are now in need of people. The Arc'err case has been reopened. He has returned to the holding houses of his own volition, presumably after either an escape or foul play. If you know of any willing and able to stand as defense, prosecution, judge and jury, it would be highly appreciated. Thank you, Governor Helston.