It was a bright sunny november day in Anor. Light streamed through the high windows of the second trial chapel of Anor, shining brilliantly on the red carpeting and solid oak courtroom fixtures. A train rattled somewhere nearby, but barely disturbed the din of urgent conversation in the chambers.
The crimson-robed priest-judge banged his ornate ceremonial spear against his high oaken desk. The bustling room fell silent. "This trial of Satyana Vraetrintrith is now called to order!" He paused and looked to his left. "First, I call the prosecutor Oke Omijova to read the charges."
