The Judge's flustered figure vanished beyond the door.
The great gates of Count Leman's mansion swung shut with a CLANG, and the bolt was thrown.
Inside the study.
The curtains were drawn again, cutting off all lines of sight from the outside world.
Count Leman stood before the window, his back to the door. He held a glass of wine in his hand but had no desire to take a sip.
He looked out at the standoff between the mansion's guards and the Church's observers.
Farther in the distance, Church Priests were setting up some kind of array to block magical communication, its faint silver light sketching a magical cage in the air.
Just then, an intelligence officer hurried over, his footsteps stopping at the door.
"Speak. What's the situation?"
The intelligence officer bowed.
"My lord, the Church's timing on this is extremely devious."
