Pearl rose from his seat and approached the center of the bar in front of everyone's attention and discussion. And for once even his cloak of arrogance couldn't hide the fatigue in his eyes, he looked older than usual, like the weight of the guild sat on his shoulders as his voice carried across the hall, the aristocratic accent turned to something more along the lines of "I couldn't be bothered and I have a dentist appointment soon" accent.
He said:
"With all the facts laid out, and testimonies given, it is about time we move into closing statements. Each of the nine involved will speak once more, we'll begin with the seven who unfortunately loses their lives."
The room hushed. Even the clatter of tankards and armor faded, one by one, the members of the New Destiny stepped forward to deliver their words, first were the seven that were killed by Olga.
The first survivor, a broad-shouldered crossbow user, spoke with bitter restraint.
