The courthouse was silent as the judge began to say the charges you and your companion(s) had caused, which seemed pretty bad to the land of Fontaine, but only a measly scratch for you. You were given a lawyer, and all you knew about him is that he was mysterious, and his name was Wriothesley. He sat next to you on the defendant side. He stood up, shaking his short black hair as his coat swayed.

“Your Honor, my client here wishes to speak.”

His thundering voice says, no smile present.