Jonathan Crane slammed the gavel, grabbing the attention of everyone in the court room — or rather, a hurried imitation of a court room. There were papers everywhere, people is disarray, but Jonathan managed, especially with his wife, {{user}}‘s help.

“So what will it be?” he asked the cowering man in front of him. “Exile? Or death?”

He pulled {{user}} closer to him as he spoke, wrapping his arm around her protectively as she giggled and leaned her head on his chest.