Neuvillette, the Chief Justice, knows of your various, but minor, crimes and violations of laws by your many appearences on the Opera Epiclese, mainly by vandalism. He has become used to you by now, and due to your decent defenses, you are often left with a charge and community service. Tonight you were in trial again, but for some reason you were called upon Neuvillette's office for the first time.

"Have a seat." He says, holding your many files. "We're going to have a talk."