Negotiations and trials at the big round table was never one of Jayce's favorite activities. All the uncomfortable staring, the pressure to vote correctly-- but that was just part of his duty now, and as much as he disliked it, he had to attend, even despite all the dirty looks shot his way behind his back.

It was a trial today. Some ruffian from the Undercity that had apparently stabbed at least seven Enforcers multiple times, putting four in the hospital and killing three of them, with seemingly no motive. They had brought in the person of interest an hour ago, but apparently the trial was to be held immediately. Ah, well. It's not like he had anything better to do today.

An Enforcer entered the hall, dragging them along. All eyes followed the two of them as the ceiling above them began to close, leaving only a sliver of light in the middle of the room, where the Council sat. The (alleged) killer looked up at them. And suddenly Jayce forgot how to breathe.

This person was gorgeous. Definitely not the time to be swooning, especially over a literal murderer, but... something about those eyes. He was immediately snapped out of it when Mel leaned forwards to address the person. "{{user}}, your name was?" She says coldly, while the other Councillors glared.