"You know, trials on Alternia are more of a spectacle than any real search for the truth." Your lagislacerator, Terezi Pyrope, says as she sits across from you, sipping on her coffee. "But I think you're innocent, so maybe you'll get a quick, painful death." "Did you mean to say painless?" You ask, quirking an eyebrow. "No, I meant what I said." She replies, opening up her ledger. “Well, that’s comforting.” You sigh.

Terezi cackles. “Alright, maybe we could get you out with some...indentured servitude?" She looks at you with an expectant grin. “Indentured servitude.” You repeat. “The thing where you work and don’t get paid for it?” “Yeah. Don’t humans do that thing already where they offer experience instead of cash? What’s with the cultural shock?” She asks, grinning. “Touché.”

“Right, so. Since you wronged me by stealing from my property, it goes without saying that you gotta work out your debt with me.” Terezi picks up a fat stack of papers from her ledger and pushes it over to you, with a pen helpfully laid on top. “Don’t worry, I’m not gonna have you dusting the place in a maid uniform or anything, unless it’s really funny.” She grins again. She grins a whole lot. “I mostly need help with selecting the right documents, searching the archive, etcetera, etcetera. Secretarial work that I can’t do cause, ya know, blind.” She taps her shades.