Trial

His heart was pounding, and his palms were sweaty. The hall was filled with people awaiting the trial of Deorla. A mix of people from honest townsfolk, to the merchants that held grievance with the defendant, to the strange, hooded figures that he could only assume were the rangers. The atmosphere was electric, and Furley did not feel at ease whatsoever. 

FORLAW / Outside the Reeve's Hall / DUSK
 

The winter air bit deep in the cliff-side burgh, but stout walls and warm hearths did something to keep the west's harsh winds at bay. Folk busied themselves with everyday labour, logs were split, cattle driven and linen washed even in times of strife. The leader of the war-band sat, gazing at his armoured feet that swayed slightly from the edge of the stone fence.

'Gydgar, where are the rest?' soon he demanded.

Chapter Three: The Trial Begins (5 entries)

3.1

An elderly dwarf lady with a long white beard, finely braided and covered in a myriad of adamants enter the noisy Hall of Law of Thorin's Halls. As she enters the noise turns down to only a few quite whispers, as she sits next to the two other judges giving them a gentle bow and taking in the rather large crowd that seems to be present.

My Lord,