"Six counts?" He laughed. "You're underselling me. I've moved more product through this continent than half your supply chains. You think this is my first time in chains? I've been in rooms like this before. Different throne. Different woman pretending she has the stomach for what comes next. I always walk out. You are sitting on a borrowed chair, sweetheart."
"Answer the question," Beta Griffin ordered.
"Not guilty. I'm a businessman. The parents sold them. The villages looked the other way. The border guards took their cut. Everyone had clean hands until someone got caught, and now I'm the villain?" He spat. "I'm the only honest man in this room."
"The court will now hear sentencing from the acting regent of Shadowclaw," the herald stated.
Serena looked at the man with zero emotion. Then she spoke a proverb in Cimmerian, known as the warrior's tongue. One she wasn't entirely sure if Shadowclaw still practiced, but she found it fitting so she used it.
