Trial After the Tempest

Previous Chapter - Storm of Misfortune

Several days had passed since the crew of the Valles Marineris had been escorted back to the capital of Bantia, the city of Lowindell. Having lost it's main mast, the ship was left at the dry-docks while the crew was taken to the Magic Council to stand trial. Waiting in their cells seemed to make just a few days feel like a lifetime, but Hanna arrived in the early afternoon of the fourth day to call Marlynx and Noreen away.

She escorted them to a large room with three older mages waiting for them behind a desk. to their left was a gray haired woman who mostly sat silent through most of the preceding, apparently having something more pressing on her mind. To the right was a man, almost eleven feet in height, who sat cross legged on the floor. He too said nothing through the whole ordeal, but his eyes where squinted closed to the point that one might have suspected he was asleep. The man in the centre however had done all the talking, another old man with a thick mustache and cold eyes who Hanna had introduced as Zephyr Odinshire.

"So you opened fire on the other vestal, believing it to be the creature you had been sent to hunt?" He spoke in a smooth, authoritative tone, reading off a report Hanna had submitted. "At which point, Ms. Andrews boarded your vestal and placed you and your crew under arrest under suspicion of poaching, correct?"