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.