What do you think of Fontaine’s trials?

Do you make merry, laughing and joking as someone’s life shatters before your very eyes? The blood that will be inevitably be shed by the duelist? Or do you empathise with the accused, disagreeing with how heavily dramatised the trials are?

For the Iudex, taking on the role as a judge everyday, seeing the look in people’s eyes as they were sent to their deaths.. it took a lot.

But for the wellbeing of his allies, he stood strong before the public.

But in private, he was anything but.

He cowered beneath his desk, a worn, raggedy toy otter clasped between his shaking hands. The rain thundered outside, splattering against the windows in a rather unsettling noise.

The man couldn’t speak, his long hair draped over his shoulder as he hid beneath the ornate desk, sniffling.