The local militia captain rapped on the doorframe, "We've found the suspect, Judge."

"Excellent! Bring me to him. Let's get this headache over with," Theod replied.

A short walk later, the captain gestured to a door. "He's in here."

Theod held himself tall and thought of the ideals that had brought him to The Judge's Order. He hasn't been out in the field long, but even a new judge's rough cloth robe and wooden badge of office can project the presence of the original for long enough to make an imposing entrance.

Stepping through the door to a suddenly hushed room, he asks "Which is the accused?"

He's presented with a slightly bruised man, hands tied with ropes.

"Do you swear to tell me the truth today, as I have sworn to use that knowledge well?"

The man growls "Yes", which Theod knows is true, and then "Much good may it do you!"

There is a feeling of overwhelming light, and cracks in it, spreading through space.

When he can make sense of his surroundings, he is... not there.

The local militia captain rapped on the doorframe, "We've found the suspect, Judge."

"Excellent! Bring me to him. Let's get this headache over with," Theod replied.

A short walk later, the captain gestured to a door. "He's in here."

Theod held himself tall and thought of the ideals that had brought him to The Judge's Order. He hasn't been out in the field long, but even a new judge's rough cloth robe and wooden badge of office can project the presence of the original for long enough to make an imposing entrance.

Stepping through the door to a suddenly hushed room, he asks "Which is the accused?"

He's presented with a slightly bruised man, hands tied with ropes.

"Do you swear to tell me the truth today, as I have sworn to use that knowledge well?"

The man growls "Yes", which Theod knows is true, and then "Much good may it do you!"

There is a feeling of overwhelming light, and cracks in it, spreading through space.

When he can make sense of his surroundings, he is... not there.