In the presence of the council members once again, Raven was offered a chair while the rest of his group stood behind him. Eyed by the many elects, they were seen as monsters–monsters waiting for their hunt as they'd done to many cities and kingdoms before it. The hammer, the word, the gold and the teeth and claw, all awaited the presence of their goddesses with their anxiety growing deep in their hearts.
Garcia, too, was offered her seat; however, too paranoid to trust her former co-workers, she stayed by the others–right next to Raven. Yet many eyes remained on her, and although Ironheart and Helm were both overly anxious about the group's presence for entirely different reasons, nothing could be done. Thus, silence reigned for quite a bit until Garcia finally decided to break it.
"So do you still think that I killed the Judge?" She asked.
"Who else would do it?" Ironheart barked back.
