The elder eyed the groomed puppet, curiously feigning a child with ocular recognition and intent. 

[color=39b54a]"An inquisition would be fitting."[/color] 

He coughed, not to ritualistically clear his throat, but out of frailty of the cancer brooding within. Then, with a sluggish swivel of his chin, surveying the mantle of darkness around the bonfire, he finally proclaimed. 

[color=39b54a]"Verdicts do require counsel and cross examination."[/color] Starovir seemed to offer the invitation to all. [color=39b54a]"Prey away."[/color]