Another arrow in my quiver. Points to Amelie for noticing it. And yet more reason to be wary of her-- too canny by far.
The al-Almadel trial was the first since my return that I got to sit as State Counsel and feel the old rush again. The heady high of opening statements and surprise witnesses, dampened somewhat by a clearly hostile Magistrate. In the end, I have to give credit where credit's due. Skarn was right. Daoud was right. Had I acted on my fears and suspicions before, it would have been premature, and the cost would have been high. We're in a better position now, but the stakes are even higher. An arrow's only valuable as long as you're holding a bow to fire it with.
Surprised myself in the interrogation room. The elf's words weren't all wrong-- the Asterabadian ideal is dead, and the wrong shall right. If we reach the place I detailed in court, where elections are decided before they begin purely by the clink of dinars, then it won't be long before law becomes one more tool for the corrupt to wield as they see fit. I feel pity that the man grew disillusioned in record time, but not that he was put up on the chopping block for it.
If I had my way, he wouldn't be the only Candidate put on trial. But as I continue to say to damn near everyone I meet...I'm making the best of a bad hand.
The arrival of Kha'esh, given how hot the Wroth's eyes are on my back, will doubtless coincide with the end of the election. Good times ahead.
The al-Almadel trial was the first since my return that I got to sit as State Counsel and feel the old rush again. The heady high of opening statements and surprise witnesses, dampened somewhat by a clearly hostile Magistrate. In the end, I have to give credit where credit's due. Skarn was right. Daoud was right. Had I acted on my fears and suspicions before, it would have been premature, and the cost would have been high. We're in a better position now, but the stakes are even higher. An arrow's only valuable as long as you're holding a bow to fire it with.
Surprised myself in the interrogation room. The elf's words weren't all wrong-- the Asterabadian ideal is dead, and the wrong shall right. If we reach the place I detailed in court, where elections are decided before they begin purely by the clink of dinars, then it won't be long before law becomes one more tool for the corrupt to wield as they see fit. I feel pity that the man grew disillusioned in record time, but not that he was put up on the chopping block for it.
If I had my way, he wouldn't be the only Candidate put on trial. But as I continue to say to damn near everyone I meet...I'm making the best of a bad hand.
The arrival of Kha'esh, given how hot the Wroth's eyes are on my back, will doubtless coincide with the end of the election. Good times ahead.