Delana's Trial SC 391

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Sun May 07, 2023 3:11 am

Delana arrives from the north.
A Grand Courtroom
[Chilly] 
  There is a decidedly sombre atmosphere to this large courtroom.  The
walls are paneled in dark mahogany wood, a strip of engraved gold running
horizontally through it.  A lighted lamp is set into each corner of the
room as well as the middle of the eastern wall.  Benches made of a similar
wood as the walls populate each side of the aisle, the rows ending where a
low railing encloses the rest of the room.  Two desks with accompanying
seats are placed near the center of the room, while the magistrate's
elevated podium, its front etched with the Scales of Justice, is positioned
near the eastern wall.  Before it is a small desk and chair for the court
scribe.  

[ Exits: north ] [ Air exits: none ]
     Pews for freemen, savages or undesirables sit at the back. (northern edge) 
     Pews for gentries sit at the middle row. (northern edge) 
     Pews for the nobility sit at the front. (northern edge) 
     A carafe carrying fresh brewed coffee, just touched by milk is here, steaming. (northern edge) 
A greying tubori secretary with a large moustache is here. [App: 2]
A person wearing A featureless skull faceplate of strenghtened black leather with a full-length, hooded cloak made of grey-and-black wolf fur is here.
Izari de Bakir, Grandmaster loiters in the back, watching over the room. [P][App: 4]
A vavardian au pair with blonde hair and kind features is here. [App: 2]
A teeny-tiny fawn brindle piglet with black spots is here.
Elise Verniuex stands near Izari de Bakir, Grandmaster, leaning against the wall. [App: 5]
  A delicate, floral scent swirls about her.
Proconsul Trajen de Almain standing at the defense table [App: 2]
An unfriendly-looking male knight is standing near Zarif ab Vaughan, looking bored with the proceedings. [App: 3]
Zarif ab Vaughan is sitting on a bench, near the front listening intently to the proceedings. [P][App: 1]
  He is sitting here.
[IAW] Alyria op Vescovi, Poet Laudate is at desk of the scribe. [App: 5]
Pews for the nobility sit at the front.
     An athletic, hirsute nobleman with braided hair is here.[P] [App: 5]
  He is sitting on a pew among the front rows.
  He carries a bright, lively fragrance with a tangy edge.
Doctor Lena Brant has arrived.
Delana has arrived.

Elise Verniuex saunters towards the back, standing near Izari de Bakir, Grandmaster as a wicker moses basket with a mattress of down-quilted satin is shifted to a more comfortable holding position. The woman's expression is rather neutral, her gaze flitting about the room until she spots an athletic, hirsute nobleman with braided hair and his grin. A polite nod and subtle curtsy is offered before she returns to her idle state.

His Lord Justiciar, Isac ab Selwyn arrives from the north.
His Lord Justiciar, Isac ab Selwyn slows to a halt.

Zarif ab Vaughan leans over to an athletic, hirsute nobleman with braided hair and murmurs, "I wonder what strategy the defense is going to employ?" [Hidden]

Action set to:
Delana is stepping inm making her way towards the defense table.

Action set to:
Delana is stepping in, making her way towards the defense table.

Proconsul Trajen de Almain salutes the dignitaries as they enter, and prepares for the trial by popping a piece of sugar in his mouth.

Proconsul Trajen de Almain gets a crumbly cube of white sugar, wrapped in plain paper from a heavy leather satchel, embroidered with an Eye of Justice.
His Lord Doctor Andorig ab Nesmith, Baron of Iglisrich arrives from the north.
A tall, watchful Lithmorran guardsman has arrived.
His Lord Doctor Andorig ab Nesmith, Baron of Iglisrich slows to a halt.

Proconsul Trajen de Almain eats a crumbly cube of white sugar, wrapped in plain paper.

"Ah, Baron ab Nesmith. I have saved you a seat right next to me," Zarif ab Vaughan says as he pats a vacant spot, sure enough right next to him. [Zarif ab Vaughan]

His Lord Justiciar, Isac ab Selwyn walks in carrying more documents and makes his way to the judges chair, settling down there.

A rangy young man with wavy sable locks arrives from the north.
A rangy young man with wavy sable locks slows to a halt.

[Action: His Lord Justiciar, Isac ab Selwyn sits in the judge's chair, waiting for people to file in. ]

His Lord Justiciar, Isac ab Selwyn blinks and raises an eyebrow at Proconsul Trajen de Almain. "Eating Sugarcubes at the start of the trial, Proconsul?"

Her Holy Honor Octavia ab Wodendag arrives from the north.
A muscular male knight has arrived.
A toned, female knight has arrived.
Her Holy Honor Octavia ab Wodendag slows to a halt.

A person wearing A featureless skull faceplate of strenghtened black leather with a full-length, hooded cloak made of grey-and-black wolf fur scoffs audibly, crossing their arms and shaking their head, before leaning against the wall behind the pews, their mask staring out into the room with a blank intensity.

[Action: a person wearing A featureless skull faceplate of strenghtened black leather with a full-length, hooded cloak made of grey-and-black wolf fur is leaning near the door, arms crossed ]

Her Holy Honor Octavia ab Wodendag arrives with a formal angle to her chin and shoulders as she scans the room. Gaze settling on Zarif ab Vaughan, she inclines her head deeply to him, then begins to make her way to sit near him.

His Lord Doctor Andorig ab Nesmith, Baron of Iglisrich arrives, attention immediately drawn by Zarif ab Vaughan speaking to him. He nods with a brief smile, saying, "Your Holy Honor. Thank you.", moving into the room to where the front pews are, and seating himself on one. He's otherwise silent. [Join]

[Action: Her Holy Honor Octavia ab Wodendag Her Holy Honor Octavia ab Wodendag sits to Zarif ab Vaughan's left, hands tucked into her lap. ]

[Action: His Lord Doctor Andorig ab Nesmith, Baron of Iglisrich occupies one of the front pews, in the vicinity of Zarif ab Vaughan and Her Holy Honor Octavia ab Wodendag. ]

Delana dips to several deserving of respect as she approaches the defense table. She looks to His Lord Justiciar, Isac ab Selwyn when he mentions the sugarcubes, then to Proconsul Trajen de Almain. 
A mood is not set.

Delana is already there!

Her Holy Honor Octavia ab Wodendag sits down and rests.

From here on you will remember a lanky matron with stormy blue eyes as Octavia ab Wodendag.

"Oh, just a piece of candy." Proconsul Trajen de Almain turns his palms up, surprised. [Proconsul Trajen de Almain]

As he leans over to Octavia ab Wodendag, Zarif ab Vaughan whispers "it is a pleasure to see you again. I have managed to not set fire to the Order." [Zarif ab Vaughan] [Hidden]

A rangy young man with wavy sable locks shunts shortly into one of the freeman pews. The rangy fellow wears a glittering silver-and-cobalt bardic cloak; it's a stark contrast to his otherwise ragged attire. Still, it's with a lazy recline and slumping of posture that he affects his rest on that rear pew. [Join]

Gibby arrives from the north.
Gibby slows to a halt.

[Action: a rangy young man with wavy sable locks reclines in a lazy slump, sat upon one of the rear pews. ]

Gibby flips a deeply hooded cloak of sturdy green and black tartan felt back over her shoulder.

"I've heard only good word of your work, Grand Inquisitor ab Vaughan. I've only returned to the city for a brief period, but if you require my assistance with Inquisitorial work, I am, of course, at your call," Octavia ab Wodendag replies with a brief, yet warm, smile. [Octavia ab Wodendag]

His Lord Justiciar, Isac ab Selwyn pauses a long moment, staring Proconsul Trajen de Almain down. "... Alright then. If you think you are ready and able to defend the accused then... uh.. carry on."

Action set to:
Delana stands at the defense table.

Izari de Bakir, Grandmaster can't help but chortle quietly at something said towards the front of the room. With a comfortable posture found, a pipe in hand is lit as he awaits more official proceeding. The continued chatter only earns a more wheezing sound of laughter before he calms himself into a more neutral state.

Octavia ab Wodendag tones down her voice to be respectful of the trial as she joins the pews. [Join]

Delana purses her lips at the exchange, then turns her attention back to His Lord Justiciar, Isac ab Selwyn, studying him for a moment.
A mood is not set.

Elise Verniuex blinked several times in disbelief as her observations fell upon the Proconsul. She glances to Izari de Bakir, Grandmaster, then back to Proconsul Trajen de Almain. "Is this some sort of jest?" The woman mutters, clearly finding the circumstances ridiculous. 

Kalana mal Sephari arrives from the north.
Kalana mal Sephari slows to a halt.

Fresh Scented: His Lord Justiciar, Isac ab Selwyn carries a sweet, fresh fragrance.
Soothed Throat: Any coughing or scratchiness have been soothed and calmed from His Lord Justiciar, Isac ab Selwyn's throat.
His Lord Justiciar, Isac ab Selwyn appears to suffer from an excess of moist.
There is a rattle in His Lord Justiciar, Isac ab Selwyn's chest when he breathes, accompanying a deep, wet cough.

Her Lady Seneschal, Theodora op Arcenant arrives from the north.
A roguish, chocolate-haired Vavardi young man has arrived.
A fierce-eyed Dusollini Bluecoat chevalier has arrived.
Her Lady Seneschal, Theodora op Arcenant slows to a halt.

Gibby enters with a straggling fray, pushing back a green and black tartan cloak as she beelines for one of the pews toward the back. The lass sits stiff and somewhat uncomfortably straight backed, and she tugs self-consciously at the collar of her blouse before finally settling down. A quiet lick of her lips precedes a curious look around, trying to catch up to the various goings-on. [Join]

His Lord Justiciar, Isac ab Selwyn looks to Delana. "Or do you paln to have someone else defend you?"

Delana moves towards the south.

Delana has reached her target.

[Action: Gibby sits in one of the back pews, dressed from what seems like head to toe in green tartan. ]

[Action: an athletic, hirsute nobleman with braided hair sits among the pews for the nobles, watching the proceedings. ]

Alyria op Vescovi, Poet Laudate is idle.

His Lord Justiciar, Isac ab Selwyn starts to move towards the south.

Izari de Bakir, Grandmaster lights a curlicue stemmed pipe, embellished with sand-swept motifs.

Kalana mal Sephari slips quietly in towards a bench, getting into place without disrupting the goings on.

Zarif ab Vaughan moderates his tone to only be heard to those in the front row. [Join]

"I've no other defender, My Lord Justiciar. Did my counsel take something? I did not see," Delana asks His Lord Justiciar, Isac ab Selwyn. 
A mood is not set.

His Lord Justiciar, Isac ab Selwyn succumbs to a coughing fit.

Octavia ab Wodendag adjusts her seating. [Join]

[Action: Octavia ab Wodendag sits next to Zarif ab Vaughan. ]

Octavia ab Wodendag shifts closer to Zarif ab Vaughan.  [Join]

"I ate a piece of candy I was given several days ago." Proconsul Trajen de Almain shrugs. "I'm ready. Would you like to state the allegations for everyone?" [Proconsul Trajen de Almain]

[The mood of this area is changing.]

[The mood of this area has changed.]

Izari de Bakir, Grandmaster takes a draw from his pipe, smoke accumulating in his lungs before a sigh expels it into the surrounding air. "A man has got to eat," he points out with a gesture of the glassware.

Her Lady Seneschal, Theodora op Arcenant makes her way into the courtroom with a slow stride, unfettered silk skirts of a length to nearly skim the floor trailing behind her as she looks between the various people gathered. She raises up her shoulders and then makes her way to the centre of the room and opens a ledger in her hands along the spine like a conductor or maestro might. 

Kalana mal Sephari sits herself down quietly on her bench when others do so. [Join]

Octavia ab Wodendag inclines her head to an athletic, hirsute nobleman with braided hair by way of reply, but refrains from speaking, her attention on the matters happening in the court.

His Lord Justiciar, Isac ab Selwyn lifts his hand, open palm up, and motions to Proconsul Trajen de Almain. "There you heard it." His hands closes to a fist and goes to his face as he coughs violently for a few moments. Air gets dragged back into his lungs with an almost audible heave and he leans back. "Accused Prime Medicus Delana de Verdugo, do you declare Proconsul Trajen de Almaine your defendant for this trial and is the defense ready to start the proceedings?"

Zarif ab Vaughan gestures at a pew among the front rows

Her Lady Seneschal, Theodora op Arcenant takes a step to the south.

Her Lady Seneschal, Theodora op Arcenant takes a step to the south.

Her Lady Seneschal, Theodora op Arcenant takes a step to the south.

lusty: A combination of sensations affect Proconsul Trajen de Almain's body: mental and physical euphoria, a general sense of well-being and contentedness, decreased negative emotion such as stress, fear, anxiety and paranoia, increased desire to be social and to communicate with others, increased empathy and feelings of closeness to others, decreased irritability, aggression, anger and jealousy, and enhanced tactile sensations.

Proconsul Trajen de Almain finally sits down after everyone is ready [Join]

Proconsul Trajen de Almain sits down.

[Action: Her Lady Seneschal, Theodora op Arcenant stands in the center of the courtroom. ]

Octavia ab Wodendag gestures at a pew among the front rows

A tall, wiry man with high cheekbones arrives from the north with long strides and a slight lean.
A tall, wiry man with high cheekbones slows to a halt.

Delana looks from His Lord Justiciar, Isac ab Selwyn to Proconsul Trajen de Almain, studying him for a moment, and pursing her lips then turns back. "I accept the Proconsul as my counsel, Your Honor," she answers, expression seeming a little disconcerted.
Delana notices Zarif ab Vaughan is observing the defense table.

His Lord Justiciar, Isac ab Selwyn nods to Delana and then looks to Proconsul Trajen de Almain. "Are you ready to start?"

Proconsul Trajen de Almain stands up.
Proconsul Trajen de Almain leaves the defense table. [OOC]

Zarif ab Vaughan's skin becomes smoother, his eyes brighter, his teeth whiter, and his hair fuller.

Alyria op Vescovi, Poet Laudate is no longer idle.

Alyria op Vescovi, Poet Laudate has returned from AFK.

An orderite quietly delivers a spoken message to $n [Message]

[Action: Alyria op Vescovi, Poet Laudate is at desk of the scribe. ]

Proconsul Trajen de Almain dips his head towards Lord Justicier. "yes Lord."

His Lord Doctor Andorig ab Nesmith, Baron of Iglisrich gestures at a pew among the front rows

[Action: a tall, wiry man with high cheekbones stands silently at the very back of the room, hands clasped in his robes ]

You have no one to reply to.

Octavia ab Wodendag, sitting next to Zarif ab Vaughan, isn't looking at him and doesn't seem to notice anything as of yet. She is instead focused on the happenings of the trial.

His Lord Justiciar, Isac ab Selwyn nods to Proconsul Trajen de Almain and then looks to Her Lady Seneschal, Theodora op Arcenant. "Do you agree to represent the persecution for this trial and are you ready to proceed?"

Lilikoi Hawali sucks her teeth, having stationed herself in a back corner of the courtroom -- not many paces from the entrance. Her eyes rove the assembled. [Hidden]

"Persecution," Delana mouths. [Delana] [Hidden]

A tall, wiry man with high cheekbones has no intentions of interrupting anything, and could not look more plain in the mud-tarnished traveller's robes he's arrived in. He simply enters the room, moves to one side, and proceeds to watch the crowd through silent, inky eyes.

Izari de Bakir, Grandmaster gives a curlicue stemmed pipe, embellished with sand-swept motifs to Elise Verniuex.

An athletic, hirsute nobleman with braided hair gestures at a pew among the front rows

Zarif ab Vaughan waves away an acolyte who approached and whispered into his ear, who quickly and quietly leaves as unobtrusively as possible. 

A rangy young man with wavy sable locks sneaks out a small, individual venison pie with a buttery, flaky crust as the proceedings begin; everyone needs a proper court snack! No, he doesn't look to be in a sharing mood. [Hidden]

A person wearing A featureless skull faceplate of strenghtened black leather with a full-length, hooded cloak made of grey-and-black wolf fur is idle.

Her Lady Seneschal, Theodora op Arcenant looks up from where she looks over a ledger and then dips her head to His Lord Justiciar, Isac ab Selwyn, "Yes, my Lord ... "

An athletic, hirsute nobleman with braided hair seems to have subtly made the gesture of the Chalice. [Hidden]

Zarif ab Vaughan a look of alarm flitters across his face as he examines himself, but doesn't seem to spot anything. [Hidden]

Alyria op Vescovi, Poet Laudate sits quietly at the scribe's desk, keeping tabs on the proceedings and jotting it to paper. Her eyes lifting from time to time to survey the room and court.

Elise Verniuex attempts to be subtle as the stem rests between her lips. Dense smoke wafts from the back of the room, but she keeps her tentative ocean sights upon the proceedings.

His Lord Doctor Andorig ab Nesmith, Baron of Iglisrich gestures at a pew among the front rows

Lilikoi Hawali , from nearby the room's wide entrance, sends a probing look across the sizable room to where His Lord Justiciar, Isac ab Selwyn is located in the thick of courtroom procedure. Underneath her cloak, arms shift themselves. [Hidden]

Elise Verniuex gives a curlicue stemmed pipe, embellished with sand-swept motifs to Izari de Bakir, Grandmaster.

A tall, wiry man with high cheekbones's eyes flicker over towards Lilikoi Hawali for a second. They rest there easily for a moment, before something else in the crowd draws that unerring gaze away. [Hidden]

Octavia ab Wodendag gestures at a pew among the front rows

A person wearing A featureless skull faceplate of strenghtened black leather with a full-length, hooded cloak made of grey-and-black wolf fur is no longer idle.

A person wearing A featureless skull faceplate of strenghtened black leather with a full-length, hooded cloak made of grey-and-black wolf fur has returned from AFK.

His Lord Justiciar, Isac ab Selwyn clears his throat and announces to the room. "We will start the trial now. The masses shall take a seat in there rightful pew. Anyone speaking out of turn will receive a hefty fine for Contempt at Court. You may stand quietly and wait for the defense or persecution to call on you, if you believe to have special insight on a matter. We will not have discussions or protest about not being called up. If neither side wants a testimony from you then you will sit back down quietly." He pauses and takes a deep breath. "Anyone testifying on the stands will swear to tell the truth and nothing but the truth. If we find out that there were lies spoken on the stand then they will be charged with Purgery. That is too say a severe form of Fraud." He pauses again. "Any questions?"

His Lord Justiciar, Isac ab Selwyn coughs violently for several moments.

An athletic, hirsute nobleman with braided hair shifts in his seat, turning his head slightly to peer with stormy eyes at those about for a moment, before His Lord Justiciar, Isac ab Selwyn begins to speak, and the nobleman's attention shifts to the front. [Hidden]

Octavia ab Wodendag gestures at a pew among the front rows

Proconsul Trajen de Almain smiles at the fine part and looks back towards the pews.

Delana's lips tighten slightly as His Lord Justiciar, Isac ab Selwyn again falls into a coughing fit. [Hidden]

"My Lord, might I offer a remedy for your cough?" Delana speaks to His Lord Justiciar, Isac ab Selwyn after he finishes coughing.
Delana notices Zarif ab Vaughan is observing the defense table.

His Lord Justiciar, Isac ab Selwyn breaks down coughing again, right after finishing his speech. He shakes his head to Delana. "I already took some Elderberry Syrup. This is as best as it will get." After a long moment of waiting, his gaze goes to Her Lady Seneschal, Theodora op Arcenant. "You may start reading the charges, my Lady."

Octavia ab Wodendag gestures at a pew among the front rows

Delana nods at His Lord Justiciar, Isac ab Selwyn.

Lilikoi Hawali makes a calculated step or three from her held stance at the far wall near the room's entrance. She aims for the humble backmost pew, mouth a terse line as she nods thanks to a chubby lad at the end who squeezes himself sideways that she might sidle by and locate a place to settle herself. [Join]

Her Lady Seneschal, Theodora op Arcenant holds open a ledger and says, "Then let the record reflect that this is Octobris the Eleventh, Sun Cycle Three Ninety One, and that I Lady Theodora  Therese op Arcenant, the Keeper of the Seal for His Majesty Amir ab Harmons have agreed to oversee this trial at the request of the serving Lord Justiciar."

Her Lady Seneschal, Theodora op Arcenant looks at a book in her hands.

Her Lady Seneschal, Theodora op Arcenant looks at a book in her hands.

Lilikoi Hawali parks herself in the back pew, somewhat stiffly, dunking her chin to oversee an unfastening of her cloak's front. [Join]

Lilikoi Hawali flips a fur-trimmed wool cloak adorned with the Scales of Justice back over her shoulder.

Octavia ab Wodendag gestures at a pew among the front rows

Her Lady Seneschal, Theodora op Arcenant flips open a ledger and reads aloud, "Officially the charges being discussed are the following:

One - Refusal to treat patients against the Physician's Oath.
Two - Your medical policy of denying the use of alcoholic tinctures and medicines also violated your oath, and encourages those serving you to do the same.
Three - Concern on how you handled the case of one Monsieur Appleby when he suffered from magical affliction."

A tall, wiry man with high cheekbones tilts his head a little as he hears something, before looking towards Her Lady Seneschal, Theodora op Arcenant. Suddenly, there's a flicker of interest in those dark eyes. [Hidden]

Her Lady Seneschal, Theodora op Arcenant fingers the edge of the open page, "We will discuss these charges one at a time ... so let us begin with point number one."

His Lord Justiciar, Isac ab Selwyn nods to Her Lady Seneschal, Theodora op Arcenant. "Would you like to elaborate or shall the defense take the floor?"

Gibby gestures at a pew among the back rows

Her Lady Seneschal, Theodora op Arcenant purses her lips and says, "The accusation that has been levied is that the Prime Medicus refuses to treat some patients or handles them with less alacrity and enthusiasm, particularly those of Freeman birth or is dismissive of their concerns. I've one testimony here, provided to the Lord Justiciar that relays such a concern. And had previously received others ... that had been brought to the floor of Council."

"Have you been shown this testimony?" Delana asks quietly to Proconsul Trajen de Almain.  [Delana] [Jmote]
Delana notices Zarif ab Vaughan is observing the defense table.

His Lord Justiciar, Isac ab Selwyn coughs violently for several moments.

Proconsul Trajen de Almain looks around at Seneschal's words, trying to guess who the witness might be.

Octavia ab Wodendag has lost link.
Octavia ab Wodendag has reconnected.

Proconsul Trajen de Almain table [Join]

"Have you been shown this testimony?" Delana asks quietly to Proconsul Trajen de Almain.  [Delana] [Jmote]
Delana notices Zarif ab Vaughan is observing the defense table.

Zarif ab Vaughan gestures at a pew among the front rows

[Action: Lilikoi Hawali sits beside a chubby lad near the end of the back-most bench. ]

Proconsul Trajen de Almain shakes his head. [Jmote]

His Lord Justiciar, Isac ab Selwyn coughs violently, leaning forward. He lifts his gaze back to the proceedings, leaning his elbows on the table. "I did receive complaints."

Delana has earned 1 QP for roleplaying with Elise Verniuex

His Lord Doctor Andorig ab Nesmith, Baron of Iglisrich gestures at a pew among the front rows

Her Lady Seneschal, Theodora op Arcenant looks towards Delana and Proconsul Trajen de Almain, "Do you have any answer to that accusation?"

Octavia ab Wodendag gestures at a pew among the front rows

His Lord Justiciar, Isac ab Selwyn turns his attention to the defense table and motions with a hand. "You may take the floor."

Delana defers to Proconsul Trajen de Almain to answer first.

Yasmina arrives from the north.
Yasmina slows to a halt.

Alyria op Vescovi, Poet Laudate purses her lips in a thin line as she writes the matters down to paper. Her gaze shifting over to Delana and Proconsul Trajen de Almain with the uptick of a curious brow.

Octavia ab Wodendag has lost link.
Octavia ab Wodendag has reconnected.

Proconsul Trajen de Almain "We'd say that's not true. Plus, we don't know who said it."

His Lord Justiciar, Isac ab Selwyn nods. "So you plead not guilty." He summarizes and then looks back to Her Lady Seneschal, Theodora op Arcenant. 

[Action: a person wearing A featureless skull faceplate of strenghtened black leather with a full-length, hooded cloak made of grey-and-black wolf fur is quietly rolling a silver coin on the back of one set of fingers, silently observing the entire affair. ]

Elise Verniuex leans somewhat nearer as if half expecting Proconsul Trajen de Almain to say something more. Behind a pair of dainty bronze spectacles, with round glass lenses a lidded gaze observes the proceedings with unenthusiastic appraisal and disappointment.

"Neither I nor my counsel have been shown the evidence of this charge," Delana adds. "Yes, not guilty My Lord Justiciar."
Delana notices Zarif ab Vaughan is observing the defense table.
Delana notices Zarif ab Vaughan is observing the defense table.

Some disgruntled sounds lift from the rearmost pews as both the defense and prosecution fail to elaborate on what is actually being argued over. [a rangy young man with wavy sable locks]

Izari de Bakir, Grandmaster holds his pipe aloft as he watches the exchange. One brow lofts slowly higher, but a shake of the head scatters his attention. Another hazed draw is taken from the stem, leaving the nearby air about as clouded and obscure as the proceedings upfront.

A tall, wiry man with high cheekbones hasn't moved for a good 10 minutes, and proceeds to not do so. The only evidence he isn't a statue is the fact his eyes slowly roam the crowd from the back. He pays little attention to the trial it self, it seems. [Hidden]

Her Lady Seneschal, Theodora op Arcenant looks up from her ledger as she notices the arrival of Yasmina, "Madame ... I apologize for the suddenness of the request given you have just arrived, but it seems we are about to discuss your testimony. Could I please ask you to take a seat?"

Octavia ab Wodendag gestures at a pew among the front rows

His Lord Justiciar, Isac ab Selwyn looks from Her Lady Seneschal, Theodora op Arcenant to Yasmina. "The persecution wants to call you in as a witness, Madame. Will you swear to answer the questions asked of you on the stands truthfully?"

Lilikoi Hawali makes an unobtrusive stand in the back pew, sidling her way down to settle into a seat further into the middle.

An unfriendly-looking male knight Looks at Lilikoi Hawali suspiciously, observing her move closer. [Hidden]

Yasmina had been lingering at the back of the courtroom, doing her best to be inobtrusive, but glances up as Her Lady Seneschal, Theodora op Arcenant draws attention to her. Her spine goes straight and she bobs her head, looking to His Lord Justiciar, Isac ab Selwyn as he speaks. She tugs at her headscarf and nods. "Aye, Lord Justiciar, my Lady," she replies. She lifts her chin somewhat, squares her shoulders and moves up as beckoned. "I-I did send in testimony, and I would swear on the Erra Pater and the Springs itself for truth." (lang)

His Lord Justiciar, Isac ab Selwyn succumbs to a coughing fit.

Her Lady Seneschal, Theodora op Arcenant looks at a book in her hands.

Her Lady Seneschal, Theodora op Arcenant looks at a book in her hands.

Zarif ab Vaughan gestures at a pew among the front rows

His Lord Justiciar, Isac ab Selwyn looks back to Her Lady Seneschal, Theodora op Arcenant. "Perhaps you would like to show the defense the received reports. They deserve sometime to understand the matter at hand." He coughs again, giving Her Lady Seneschal, Theodora op Arcenant amble time to respond.

Her Lady Seneschal, Theodora op Arcenant looks down at a sturdy ledger, boldly embossed with the Scales of Justice labeled as 'Delana's trial' and clears her throat as she reads aloud:

"Early on in my coming to the city, I went to the Madison because my... Profession causes many pains to me.  I was seen to by the Prime herself, but when I admitted I was in discomfort often, she gave me a curt conversation, no examination (though this I had been expecting) and told to purchase Kneelimber or Elder's Elixir from the store within the Madison."

"Never were either of them available for purchase, and most of the medications available were not easily distinguishable from each other.

Another incident, while not directly related to the Prime, had a physician giving me a treatment that did not fix my sickness, and the conversation was both unwelcoming and concerned me enough that I chose not to return.  I do not go to the Madison for any concerns any longer.  I would rather take my gamble with the Charali if i grow ill."

Her Lady Seneschal, Theodora op Arcenant shows Delana a sturdy ledger, boldly embossed with the Scales of Justice.
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To  : Isac                     Fri Dec 17 19:10:13 2021
                               Balasdes, Octobris 7 SC 391

Justiciar, 

For the upcoming trial, I wanted to give my ill impressions with the
physicians for consideration.

Early on in my coming to the city, I went to the Madison because my... 
Profession causes many pains to me.  I was seen to by the Prime herself, but
when I admitted I was in discomfort often, she gave me a curt conversation,
no examination (though this I had been expecting) and told to purchase
Kneelimber or Elder's Elixir from the store within the Madison.

Never were either of them available for purchase, and most of the medications
available were not easily distinguishable from each other.

Another incident, while not directly related to the Prime, had a physician
giving me a treatment that did not fix my sickness, and the conversation was
both unwelcoming and concerned me enough that I chose not to return.  I do
not go to the Madison for any concerns any longer.  I would rather take my
gamble with the Charali if i grow ill.

Yasmina 

Her Lady Seneschal, Theodora op Arcenant shows Proconsul Trajen de Almain a sturdy ledger, boldly embossed with the Scales of Justice.

Gibby gestures at a pew among the back rows

Her Lady Seneschal, Theodora op Arcenant lowers a sturdy ledger, boldly embossed with the Scales of Justice labeled as 'Delana's trial' and says to Yasmina, "That was your testimony submitted to the Lord Justiciar, Madame, and you would swear everything within that said was true?"

Proconsul Trajen de Almain is a little pale at the presence of Yasmin, but listens to her testimony.

Delana says quietly to Proconsul Trajen de Almain as she listens to the charges and looks over the belated letter they're handed, "She is a prostitute of the Dolphin. I recall her visit. I recommended kneelimber and willowbark tea. Elder's Elixir contains alcohol and is banned at the Madison. I would never have recommended it." [Jmote]
Delana notices Zarif ab Vaughan is observing the defense table.

Yasmina has a hand wrapped about the chalice about her neck, and nods slowly. "Yes, my Lady, I swear it on the Springs. I didn't expect a kingly treatment, but I expected the chance to be given something to treat my pains. While only the first reflects on the Prime herself, I've found the Madison to be real unwelcoming."

His Lord Justiciar, Isac ab Selwyn turns to Proconsul Trajen de Almain. "Does the defense have any response to that?"

Proconsul Trajen de Almain nods "Yes Lord, but it ties in with the next allegation, if it could wait until then."
Delana notices Zarif ab Vaughan is observing the defense table.

[Action: Lilikoi Hawali sits in the back pew, near its middle. ]

Zarif ab Vaughan gestures at a pew among the front rows

Elise Verniuex glances about for a moment before leaning further against the wall. Grabbing a piece of cheese from the picnic basket Izari de Bakir, Grandmaster is holding. [Hidden]

His Lord Justiciar, Isac ab Selwyn blinks at Proconsul Trajen de Almain. "Alright then... Anything more you would like to ask of the witness?" He asks both Her Lady Seneschal, Theodora op Arcenant and Proconsul Trajen de Almain. 

Her Lady Seneschal, Theodora op Arcenant murmurs aside to Yasmina, "Thank you then, Madame, you are free to leave or stay as suits you, if the defense has no other questions for you."

Proconsul Trajen de Almain "I'll tackled the alcohol thing on the next one since it's that." [Jmote]
Delana notices Zarif ab Vaughan is observing the defense table.

"If you believe that best," Delana nods to Proconsul Trajen de Almain.  [Delana] [Jmote]

Proconsul Trajen de Almain "No questions at this time."
Delana notices Zarif ab Vaughan is observing the defense table.

Yasmina nods, slowly, but offers, "Aye, my Lady. I--have a matter to say on the nature of Farin medicine and alcohol as well, if it comes prudent," she says, though it's clear that being front and center has put some pressure on the woman, by how rigidly she's standing can attest. She makes to hasten back to the back of the room and away from everyone's attention after a bow.

His Lord Justiciar, Isac ab Selwyn nods to Yasmina. "You may leave the stand."

Yasmina bows again, and moves off to reclaim her position at the back of the room.

Her Lady Seneschal, Theodora op Arcenant puts a finger in her ledger and closes the book a moment, "It was originally your proposal to the Council to open the Ocarian Clinic in the Southside, is that correct, Madame?" she murmurs towards Delana, "A yes or no will suffice."

Proconsul Trajen de Almain seems in no rush, as he listens for the second charge to be elaborated on.

"It was not," Delana answers.

Delana notices Zarif ab Vaughan is observing the defense table.

Gibby gestures at a pew among the back rows

His Lord Justiciar, Isac ab Selwyn looks from Her Lady Seneschal, Theodora op Arcenant to Delana and then back to Her Lady Seneschal, Theodora op Arcenant. "Where is this leading?"

Izari de Bakir, Grandmaster om baslet

Izari de Bakir, Grandmaster gets a plated salad with fresh greens, walnuts, and apple slices from a rattan picnic basket, lined with checkered cotton fabrics.

"On the matter of the previous I did ask her to write if she had trouble finding either, and I also suggested Safir if she needed something before I could respond," Delana notes to Proconsul Trajen de Almain after answering Her Lady Seneschal, Theodora op Arcenant's question. [Delana] [Jmote]
Delana notices Zarif ab Vaughan is observing the defense table.

Proconsul Trajen de Almain leans over between words. "I think Zarif is trying to listen in on us talk." [Jmote]
Delana notices Zarif ab Vaughan is observing the defense table.

Delana glances backwards towards Zarif ab Vaughan briefly, and squints slightly before turning to face foward again. [Hidden]

Her Lady Seneschal, Theodora op Arcenant raises up her arched brows and says, "The first point of accusation, my Lord, is that the the Prime does not care for Southside citizens. I was attempting to deduce beyond the one incident here noted. But we can move to the second point ... as I believe that is tied together."

A person wearing A featureless skull faceplate of strenghtened black leather with a full-length, hooded cloak made of grey-and-black wolf fur waits until a brief quiet rests over the room, before visibly raising a hand, the silver coin gone from sight. "If it might please the Lord Justiciar, I would ask to speak on behalf of those who feared coming forward, in regards to." There is a notable noise behind the mask, one likely of disgust. "This Physician's care, or more truthfully lack thereof, of people who are 'less than worthy of the efforts of the entitled.'"

A rangy young man with wavy sable locks gestures at a pew among the back rows

An athletic, hirsute nobleman with braided hair looks to each person as they speak, grunting quietly as he takes in each witness, and then eyes the defense curiously. [Hidden]

A tall, wiry man with high cheekbones tilts his head for a moment, gaze resting very steadily on one particular person in the crowd. [Hidden]

Her Lady Seneschal, Theodora op Arcenant purses her lips together a bit as a person wearing A featureless skull faceplate of strenghtened black leather with a full-length, hooded cloak made of grey-and-black wolf fur speaks up and she turns the page in her ledger, "I believe that concern has been noted unless there's further specifics to be noted."

Izari de Bakir, Grandmaster plucks a few slices of apple from his plate, a dull gaze traversing those in conversation. Hearing a person wearing A featureless skull faceplate of strenghtened black leather with a full-length, hooded cloak made of grey-and-black wolf fur, a more derisive snort is heard. [Hidden]

His Lord Justiciar, Isac ab Selwyn looks through the crowd to a person wearing A featureless skull faceplate of strenghtened black leather with a full-length, hooded cloak made of grey-and-black wolf fur and frowns slightly. "... That is not up to me. If the persecution or defense wants to call this masked man into the stance then they may. The testimony of masked witnesses will be taken less into account than others, since we can neither guarantee the truthfulness nor identity of the witness."

Octavia ab Wodendag succumbs to a coughing fit. [Hidden]

Elise Verniuex watches a person wearing A featureless skull faceplate of strenghtened black leather with a full-length, hooded cloak made of grey-and-black wolf fur with a keen gaze. Her countenance denoting some neutral odium as lidded sights watch him from behind the pews.

Proconsul Trajen de Almain nods. "I agree..... Especially since you favor the prosecution." trying to make people laugh.
Delana notices Zarif ab Vaughan is observing the defense table.

Her Lady Seneschal, Theodora op Arcenant breathes out and says, "I will pass," and then muses towards the defense table, "It has been since your tenure at the Madison policy that tinctures and treatments taken orally cannot contain grain alcohol as a base, is that true, Madame?"

A person wearing A featureless skull faceplate of strenghtened black leather with a full-length, hooded cloak made of grey-and-black wolf fur holds up his hands in mock surrender, before giving a brief bow. "I am sure every member of Council here knows just who I am, but I appreciate the Court lending an ear."

His Lord Justiciar, Isac ab Selwyn gives Proconsul Trajen de Almain a long look and then looks back to Her Lady Seneschal, Theodora op Arcenant. "Alright.. we move onto the second charge then.."

Delana purses her lips at Proconsul Trajen de Almain's jest. [Hidden]

Zarif ab Vaughan gestures at a pew among the front rows

Scattered chuckles lift from the Freefolk's pews in wake of Proconsul Trajen de Almain's jesting. [a rangy young man with wavy sable locks]

"Do I answer now, My Lord Justiciar?" Delana asks His Lord Justiciar, Isac ab Selwyn. 
Delana notices Zarif ab Vaughan is observing the defense table.

Lilikoi Hawali gestures at a pew among the back rows

"Go ahead and answer, Prime Medicus." His Lord Justiciar, Isac ab Selwyn turns his attention to her and waits. [His Lord Justiciar, Isac ab Selwyn]

"There is a policy at the Madison regarding imbibed alcohol, that I enacted after my arrival," Delana answers Her Lady Seneschal, Theodora op Arcenant. 
Delana notices Zarif ab Vaughan is observing the defense table.

Her Lady Seneschal, Theodora op Arcenant turns a page in the ledger, "A stated willingness to adhere to this policy is asked as a matter of course for employment at the Madison, is that true?"

A rangy young man with wavy sable locks is snacking away at a venison pie as the proceedings draw on; it's heaping crumbs onto an empty stretch of pew. He joins in with that scattered laughter---but schools more serious as the questioning turns to matters of alcohol drunk. [Hidden]

"Am I being called as a witness?" Delana asks.
Delana notices Zarif ab Vaughan is observing the defense table.

Her Lady Seneschal, Theodora op Arcenant gestures towards a seat towards the front of the room for Delana. 

His Lord Justiciar, Isac ab Selwyn leans. "Your defense may also answer or refute these questions for you, if you would prefer that." He watches a Proconsul Trajen de Almain a moment.

Proconsul Trajen de Almain "I think it'll be better if you take the stand." [Jmote]

Delana nods at Proconsul Trajen de Almain.

"That is not a policy I have enacted, no," Delana answers.
Delana notices Zarif ab Vaughan is observing the defense table.

Gibby gestures at a pew among the back rows

Her Lady Seneschal, Theodora op Arcenant looks a bit pensive for a moment, "That you will hire people who disagree with it or that you will keep employed people who disagree with it?"

Zarif ab Vaughan makes the sign of the Chalice towards Octavia ab Wodendag.

Octavia ab Wodendag rises quietly from her seat and makes her way from the courtroom, careful to make as little disturbance as possible.

Octavia ab Wodendag stands up.

Octavia ab Wodendag begins to move north.

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"What is your question, My Lady Seneschal?" Delana asks.

His Lord Justiciar, Isac ab Selwyn nods in agreement. "What would you like to prove with this, my Lady?"

Zarif ab Vaughan gestures at a pew among the front rows

Her Lady Seneschal, Theodora op Arcenant closes her eyes and says, "That your ban against alcohol is something that quite a number of former Physicians and even some current Physicians have and do disagree with. That there has been discussion on how it is a policy not born from medical soundness but personal moral opinion and that people who disagree with that personal sentiment are made to feel either unwelcome as employees of the Madison or not hired at all."

A person wearing A featureless skull faceplate of strenghtened black leather with a full-length, hooded cloak made of grey-and-black wolf fur is idle.

Zarif ab Vaughan gestures at a pew among the front rows

Proconsul Trajen de Almain glances towards Dr. Nesmith, at Seneschal's remark, trying to guage how he feels. [Hidden]

A person wearing A featureless skull faceplate of strenghtened black leather with a full-length, hooded cloak made of grey-and-black wolf fur is no longer idle.
A person wearing A featureless skull faceplate of strenghtened black leather with a full-length, hooded cloak made of grey-and-black wolf fur has returned from AFK.

His Lord Justiciar, Isac ab Selwyn nods slowly. "Which would result in the policy being propagated and enforced in the Madison." He looks back to the defense table. "Answer the question."

His Lord Doctor Andorig ab Nesmith, Baron of Iglisrich's reaction to Her Lady Seneschal, Theodora op Arcenant's statement isn't particularly interesting. Neither his expression nor his stance on the chair he occupies near the front alters.

Alyria op Vescovi, Poet Laudate begins to move north.

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"I would hire those who disagree with it, and I have. I do keep employed those who disagree with it," Delana answers. "I've given no instruction on needing a spoken statement on agreeing with the policy, but I am aware it is a question some are asked in interviews. It is well to know they will follow any policy, but simply disagreeing with a policy is not a reason for rejection."
Delana notices Zarif ab Vaughan is observing the defense table.
Delana notices Zarif ab Vaughan is observing the defense table.

Her Lady Seneschal, Theodora op Arcenant dips her head and says, "What is the medical soundness of that policy?"

Proconsul Trajen de Almain seems a little surprised himself, but continues listening.

Zarif ab Vaughan gestures at a pew among the front rows

His Lord Justiciar, Isac ab Selwyn keeps his attention on the defense table. "... Does the Defense have a statement for that?"

Her Lady Seneschal, Theodora op Arcenant tweaks her lips slightly, "And if simply disagreeing with something wasn't a reason for rejecting it, Madame, I imagine we wouldn't be having a conversation on this very topic."

Zarif ab Vaughan makes the sign of the Chalice towards an athletic, hirsute nobleman with braided hair.

An athletic, hirsute nobleman with braided hair stands up.

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"I know alcohol to be a poison," Delana says. "There are cases when poisons are needed in treatment, and those there are not," Delana states. "The policy accounts for such."
Delana notices Zarif ab Vaughan is observing the defense table.
Delana notices Zarif ab Vaughan is observing the defense table.
Delana notices Zarif ab Vaughan is observing the defense table.

Gibby gestures at a pew among the back rows

A tall, wiry man with high cheekbones takes a step from the wall he was stood by at the entrance, turning to depart with great purpose.

A tall, wiry man with high cheekbones begins to move north.

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Proconsul Trajen de Almain pipes up. "If it pleases the court I think my questions might assist getting to the heart of the charge."
Delana notices Zarif ab Vaughan is observing the defense table.

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A hefty, fawn guard dog has arrived.
Hermoise dul Varre slows to a halt.

His Lord Justiciar, Isac ab Selwyn motions to Proconsul Trajen de Almain. "You have the floor at the moment. Start speaking please."

A person wearing A featureless skull faceplate of strenghtened black leather with a full-length, hooded cloak made of grey-and-black wolf fur is idle.

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A person wearing A featureless skull faceplate of strenghtened black leather with a full-length, hooded cloak made of grey-and-black wolf fur has returned from AFK.

Proconsul Trajen de Almain stands and turns towards the pews so everyone there can hear. "Prime Medicus, you swore your oath to take care of others, and intended to fufill that oath, correct?"
Delana notices Zarif ab Vaughan is observing the defense table.

Delana states, "I do."

Delana notices Zarif ab Vaughan is observing the defense table.

Kalana mal Sephari has gone AFK.

Proconsul Trajen de Almain continues, "And you wouldn't have intentionally done anything, or kept from doing anything, if it meant the patient had to suffer, would you not?"

His Lord Justiciar, Isac ab Selwyn shakes his head. "Why are you changing the topic and questioning your own client?..." He furrows his brows. "You may continue for now, but I hope this leads somewhere."

"My art is painful," Delana quotes. "But I always act in the best interest of those under my care."
Delana notices Zarif ab Vaughan is observing the defense table.
Delana notices Zarif ab Vaughan is observing the defense table.

Her Lady Seneschal, Theodora op Arcenant listens to Delana, "How do you account for there being no other medical text that identifies those debated medicines as poisonous? How do you account for the number of Doctors besides yourself that recommend such things?"

Her Lady Seneschal, Theodora op Arcenant looks at a book in her hands.

Her Lady Seneschal, Theodora op Arcenant looks at a book in her hands.

"My Lord Justiciar, I ask I only be questioned by one at a time." [Delana]
Delana notices Zarif ab Vaughan is observing the defense table.

"Excuse me, my Lord." Proconsul Trajen de Almain motions towards Holy Honor. "I can't help but be distracted." [Proconsul Trajen de Almain]
Delana notices Zarif ab Vaughan is observing the defense table.
Delana notices Zarif ab Vaughan is observing the defense table.

Yasmina begins to move north.

Yasmina leaves north.

His Lord Justiciar, Isac ab Selwyn clears his throat at Delana's response to Proconsul Trajen de Almain's question. "That is not true. I myself fell under the poor supervision of your care once. It was quiet memorable. Please stick to the truth. This is your last warning." He looks between Proconsul Trajen de Almain and Her Lady Seneschal, Theodora op Arcenant. "Proconsul have you not asked these questions of your client before? You can just speak for her and tell us your point. There is no need to rehash it in this manner. Or is there?"

"Would Ol [Gibby]

Proconsul Trajen de Almain "My only point was that she would not withhold alcohol, if she felt it in her patient's best interest."
Delana notices Zarif ab Vaughan is observing the defense table.

A person wearing A featureless skull faceplate of strenghtened black leather with a full-length, hooded cloak made of grey-and-black wolf fur audibly scoffs. "But we have already confirmed that she has a policy against just that, Proconsul."

Gibby gestures at a pew among the back rows

His Lord Justiciar, Isac ab Selwyn sighs tiredly. "Silence!" And he looks back to Proconsul Trajen de Almain. "Well... the accusation of her refusing to treat people in general still stands. The medicine containing alcohol or not, not withstanding. And her opinion on the alcoholic medicine and other doctors opinions seem to wildly differ. So the draw backs or benefits of the policy are not apparent either. I would like the defense to adress these concerns."

An acolyte quietly approaches Zarif ab Vaughan and whispers in his ear who rather grumpily whispers, "What? I am busy". Another furtive whisper before Zarif ab Vaughan replies "Can he not deal with it himself? Pfah. Fine." [Zarif ab Vaughan]

Proconsul Trajen de Almain asks Delana, "Who's policy was the alcohol thing if you didn't institute it?"
Delana notices Zarif ab Vaughan is observing the defense table.

Zarif ab Vaughan Quietly gets up and tries to leave quietly and respectfully.

Zarif ab Vaughan stands up.

Zarif ab Vaughan begins to move north.

Zarif ab Vaughan leaves north.
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"It is my policy," Delana answers Proconsul Trajen de Almain. "And you've a copy of it." Delana says, frustration beginning to show on her face after His Lord Justiciar, Isac ab Selwyn's rebuke.

Her Lady Seneschal, Theodora op Arcenant flips open a sturdy ledger, boldly embossed with the Scales of Justice labeled as 'Delana's trial' and repeats from the book, "Vinesmellow is the most effective treatment for early Rattle Cough.  From what I have heard and seen of Rasp Relief, it is frequently unsuccessful in preventing later-stage illness," and then furthers, "In the transition from Elder Safir's interim leadership to the current Prime's, the use of what I would categorize as 'strong' painkillers in Madison decreased.  Numbing wound salve was a stated preference while I was trained, with Drake's Breath being reserved for severe conditions in which the torso remained undamaged (as it can irritate the lungs).  Elder's Elixir and Paynifier's Punch, due to their imbibed alcoholic components, were no longer used.  In my opinion both are excellent options for analgesic and

Her Lady Seneschal, Theodora op Arcenant continues to read, "and have, to my knowledge, been used for decades within Lithmore proper without significant concern for abuse, but the mandate was broadly applied and neither are standard practice at present.  I did see instances of improper pain relief during my time at Madison.  To my recollection, these were not by the Prime's hand herself, but rather guild members under her who took the policy to mean that numbing salve was the only appropriate treatment, even for severe and non-superficial wounds."

She closes the book and says, "Is there anything in that statement you would say untrue, Madame?" she asks Delana. 

"There is," Delana answers Her Lady Seneschal, Theodora op Arcenant. 

Her Lady Seneschal, Theodora op Arcenant closes the book and says, "Which part would you say is inaccurate, Madame?"

Gibby gestures at a pew among the back rows

"The most obvious falsehood is that Paynifier's Punch contains alcohol. It does not." Delana answers, "It is used at the Madison in cases that it is needed."

His Lord Justiciar, Isac ab Selwyn listens to Her Lady Seneschal, Theodora op Arcenant and then to Delana. "Who has testified that Paynifier's Punch uses alcohol, my Lady? Do you have any evidence?"

A heckled call lifts from within the thick freefolk ranks of the rear: "Innit the Prime a Doctor who prob'ly knows'er art? Or's that what's on trial now?" [a rangy young man with wavy sable locks]

His Lord Justiciar, Isac ab Selwyn stares down the back row and calls out again. "Silence! Or you will be thrown out and fined."

"An' what of ol' man Tucker Appleby?" a high, sharp voice rises from the back, tracing back, eventuallly, to Gibby in a somewhat proper, but certainly colorful, outfit of green and black tartan sat amongst the crowd of freemen. The lass stands up, not significantly higher than when she remained seated. "Were it in his best int'rests t' cripple him fer th' rest o' his unfortunate life? Loppin' an arm off a man who could hardly fend fer 'imself t' start wit'? Will th' trial e'er git to what were actually done t' folks, or do y' all be content t' discuss th' matter o' bloody policies in books an' what may 'r mayn't be while we all turn t' stone an' dust in this unfergivin' seats?"

Kalana mal Sephari is idle.

A rangy young man with wavy sable locks gestures at a pew among the back rows

A person wearing A featureless skull faceplate of strenghtened black leather with a full-length, hooded cloak made of grey-and-black wolf fur is idle.

Elise Verniuex levels a sharp glance toward whomever raised their voice loud enough to be heard. "Is anyone who has been talking for the last several hours, aside from the Prime, even a fucking doctor? This whole thing makes no sense. How could someone who isn't a trained physician even bring about any of these questions? How can someone pass judgement on things they're ignorant to? Fine me and toss me out then but you all are sitting here beating a dead horse for some sake I will not even begin to understand. Fools the lot of you and you should be ashamed!"

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Her Lady Seneschal, Theodora op Arcenant tweaks her lips with the quaint acceptance of someone used to heckling and tilts up her head, "Were you not one of the people who previously had complaint, Madame Magnate? I believe you were once one of the very named parties in one of those complaints."

Proconsul Trajen de Almain looks between the two ladies, listening, waiting, and then scowls at further eruptions from the audience.

Lilikoi Hawali picks up out of the back pew, head bent forward so her tricorne may do its part to shield her face as she sidles her way out into the aisle, aiming to make her way from the courtroom. [Join]

A person wearing A featureless skull faceplate of strenghtened black leather with a full-length, hooded cloak made of grey-and-black wolf fur raises a hand for a moment, arms briefly uncrossing. "Folk in Southside are furious, as evidenced, Lord Justiciar. Fine them, you might. But I'll not see a coin paid for the truth being spoken. Do better than your predecessors and give people the justice they deserve."

His Lord Justiciar, Isac ab Selwyn sighs. "Miss Gibby and Miss Elise Vernieux. You will be quiet until called for. And you will receive a fine for speaking out of turn."

Kalana mal Sephari is no longer idle.

Kalana mal Sephari has returned from AFK.

Lilikoi Hawali runs her tongue over her teeth, unobtrusively quickening a glance over shoulder to His Lord Justiciar, Isac ab Selwyn on her way out of the chambers.

Lilikoi Hawali edges out of the area, heading north.

His Lord Justiciar, Isac ab Selwyn looks to a person wearing A featureless skull faceplate of strenghtened black leather with a full-length, hooded cloak made of grey-and-black wolf fur and glares a moment at him. "The law will be given due process. Mister Appleby's case is charge number three, but we can get to that if the defense has nothing else to say." He looks to Proconsul Trajen de Almain and Delana. 

Gibby sneezes loudly.

Delana looks to Proconsul Trajen de Almain. 

Proconsul Trajen de Almain "Anymore you'd like said on this point of move forward?" [Jmote]

"I had an inconvenient cough though I hardly think that deserves this level of foolery." Elise Verniuex explains before turning to His Lord Justiciar, Isac ab Selwyn. "Fine me then." [Elise Verniuex]

"I don't know what I can say to help my case here. His Lord Justiciar already stated he suffered from my treatment, and how would I argue against that?" Delana says, shaking her head. [Delana] [Jmote]

"I will match every fine towards the Socks for Squire's fund. It is nearly Yule season. If you are cold, they are cold, your donations are welcomed," Izari de Bakir, Grandmaster chirps from the back, finding the current timing suitable for promotional advertisement.

Proconsul Trajen de Almain turns to Lord Justicier. "I think we've both said our points, so we should move on to the last one."

Her Lady Seneschal, Theodora op Arcenant flips through her ledger and says, "I would have appreciated knowing it was so unimportant before I brought it to Council, my apologies Madame I clearly misunderstand the weight of the complaint made previously on your behalf, but ... if people wish to discuss Monsieur Appleby, let us discuss that. Unfortunately, he was not well enough to testify himself but we do have his written word."

Her Lady Seneschal, Theodora op Arcenant looks at a book in her hands.

Her Lady Seneschal, Theodora op Arcenant looks at a book in her hands.

"Hah! Innit even got the spine to follow through on the tossin' from a court! Wassat make this bunch'a trumped up stuff? Half-Scaled?" a rangy young man with wavy sable locks joins with the restless lot, lifting to feet to loom quite a bit taller than Gibby does over the other Freefolk. "I donno even who to be rootin'n bettin' for, through all this! None'a yah lot seem to be speakin' the same tongue! Looksit! Nobody's even answerin' our most rightful of queries! Issit that the doc innit doc'in right? Innit that not a courtly matter? What's this bloody bus'ness 'bout a fullness of process that we've been called to witness?"

He drags in a sniff, eyes drawing away from the silks at the front to weigh across the familiar freefolk who sit all around him, "See, all that? Still more 'mportant than Mister Appleby, our own fellah and his lost arm. All the gotcha-gottems that innit even material, that's what this's been!" The freeman doesn't even wait to get invited out with a Reeve's hand on his arm; he shifts toward the aisle, shoulders back and head high. [a rangy young man with wavy sable locks]

Proconsul Trajen de Almain narrows his eyes smiling as Miller leaves.

Elise Verniuex scowls at Proconsul Trajen de Almain. 

His Lord Justiciar, Isac ab Selwyn rubs at his face and then looks to a person wearing A featureless skull faceplate of strenghtened black leather with a full-length, hooded cloak made of grey-and-black wolf fur. "You got your people under control, hm?" He stands from his seat and rolls his shoulders. "Miller, Vernieux and Gibby. You will leave now or be arrested for Contempt at Court."

Action set to:
Delana stands at the defense table, looking rather drained.

Elise Verniuex turns on a heel and waves a rather dismissive hand. "I had better things to do. Like scoop out my own eyes from their fucking sockets with a dull spoon." That thought lingering she makes her departure without much hesitation.

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Izari de Bakir, Grandmaster leaves north.

His Lord Justiciar, Isac ab Selwyn starts writing a note. (This is an OOC action)

"Where's Tucker Appleby?" Gibby would have begun to question after the other young man's exit. "He oughta be 'ere fer what part o' th' trial concerns--" And then Her Lady Seneschal, Theodora op Arcenant speaks up, perhaps answering the young woman's question. That seems to irritate Gibby - significantly. "Sure, he weren't well," she remarks stiffly, loud enough for the room to hear. "He ne'er were well, an' he certainly dinnae turn out no better affer what were done t' him. Couldnae e'en bother t' bring th' victim out fer th' city t' see, th' lot o' ye. See how much y' care." The lass tightens her jaw for a moment, lifting her chin at His Lord Justiciar, Isac ab Selwyn's last warning. "I bloody well be leavin', m'lord." A small bow is given, certainly contemptuous in how she refuses to show the crown of her scarved head even as she bends. "An' here I came hopin' t' see th' workings of our fine city's Justice!" comes the last call over her shoulder as she moves to leave down the center aisle. There is definitely still time for someone to grab her before she exits on her own. [Gibby]

A rangy young man with wavy sable locks handily succeeds his charisma check!

His Lord Justiciar, Isac ab Selwyn finishes his note.

Not one to be one-upped when it comes to the fiery exits, a rangy young man with wavy sable locks sweeps into his own deep bow for the folk at the fore of the chambers, interrupting the framing of that departing Freewoman. "'Course, m'Lord Justiciar." With that he swirls about beneath his silvered cloak and sways a longer look about the ranks of freefolk who came to observe, "C'mon, yah lot, it innit like this is for us'n our folk." ---Plenty join with the freeman as he makes an exit, as ordered. [a rangy young man with wavy sable locks]

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Proconsul Trajen de Almain looks like he doesn't understand quite all of what she was saying, but doesn't try to stop Gibbs or Miller.

His Lord Justiciar, Isac ab Selwyn frowns and watches the freeman leave. His gaze goes back to Proconsul Trajen de Almain and Delana. "We are wasting time. If you have any arguments left to defend the accused then make it short and concise."

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Gibby leaves a pew among the back rows. [OOC]
Gibby begins to move north.

Gibby leaves north.

Her Lady Seneschal, Theodora op Arcenant closes her book then and says, "My Lord Justiciar, I think I am about done with this myself ... I think I've grown weary of hearing shouts of concern where there was previously rather resounding silence ... I wasn't the one who decided to make answering the most simple of questions a maze to avoid speaking even simple truths."

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Proconsul Trajen de Almain after observing the book closing, chimes in, while he can. "Well, our defense is that she did her best, would have used alcohol if it were necessarry, and had to amputate because it was the safest option available at the time, so the patient wasn't risking death."

"I have not seen the testimony by Mister Appleby," Delana says, "But at the time I saw him, he was in the process of becoming a newt. And at the time, none of the children who had become newts had yet been restored," Delana says. "I pity Mister Appleby, but I stand my decision in his case."

His Lord Doctor Andorig ab Nesmith, Baron of Iglisrich hasn't done much of anything for a long time, especially after the Grand Inquisitor and others in the front row left. He scratches his chin with one hand, the other on the armrest of the chair, and just watches the proceedings without comment.

Her Lady Seneschal, Theodora op Arcenant looks at a book in her hands.

Her Lady Seneschal, Theodora op Arcenant looks at a book in her hands.

"I think you did well." Proconsul Trajen de Almain in a low tone, and then looking back towards the bench. [Proconsul Trajen de Almain] [Jmote]

His Lord Justiciar, Isac ab Selwyn shakes his head. "Name a case where she did use alcohol. She certainly didn't always try her best. And I have told her myself, a month before Appleby was admitted to the madison, that the magical bracelets could be removed with the help of a priest and that the newts would be turned back a ritual we found in the history books. Appleby was not told that he was going to loose his arm. He woke up without it after being drugged. Neither was there a call for an Inquisitor or Knight, seemingly. what is your defense for that?"

Proconsul Trajen de Almain looks over to see what Prime will say, or ask him to do. [Jmote]

"The most potent medicine is not always the best medicine, My Lord Justiciar," Delana answers. "Regarding mister Appleby, I made my decision having read that history, and the methods it recorded did not always work." Delana says. "Mister Appleby was under a spell, and was not acting in his own interests. The order was informed, and I've a letter from Sir Lans ab Durandal praising my action on the matter."

Her Lady Seneschal, Theodora op Arcenant purses her lips together and says, "But you are satisfied to utilize other medicines which also noted as not always working ... so what made this a unique case? And you've this letter with you?"

Delana gets the following from a basic field supply kit crafted from water-proofed leather:
(  2)a piece of mail labeled as 'Tucker Appleby'

His Lord Justiciar, Isac ab Selwyn frowns. "Denying a patient any medication at all, due to them not complying with selfish demands made out of curiosity, is still refusing to treat them. I remember that day well. The agony of it especially."

Delana gives Proconsul Trajen de Almain the following:
(  2)a piece of mail labeled as 'Tucker Appleby'

Proconsul Trajen de Almain studies a piece of mail.

Proconsul Trajen de Almain nods, "Ah, I remember reading this." Then shows it to the others.

Proconsul Trajen de Almain shows Her Lady Seneschal, Theodora op Arcenant a piece of mail.

Proconsul Trajen de Almain shows His Lord Justiciar, Isac ab Selwyn a piece of mail.

Proconsul Trajen de Almain shows His Lord Doctor Andorig ab Nesmith, Baron of Iglisrich a piece of mail.

Proconsul Trajen de Almain gives a piece of mail to Delana.

His Lord Justiciar, Isac ab Selwyn looks blankly at the piece of paper. "This piece of paper could be about anything. There is no context in it."

Delana hands off two letters to Proconsul Trajen de Almain to present. "My Lady Seneschal, the other method written resulted severe burns, leaving the victim very weak in the end. On another occasion, burning did not work at all. Mister Appleby was elderly, so I chose a method most likely to result in success. And in the end, it prevented his transformation." To His Lord Justiciar, Isac ab Selwyn she answers, "I am regretful to say I don't know the case you speak of, My Lord Justiciar. But there are times when medicine can do more harm than good. Paynifer's, for example, is not given in the case of a head injury. It is a powerful sedative, and one may not wake from it after."

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Proconsul Trajen de Almain shows Her Lady Seneschal, Theodora op Arcenant a piece of mail.
Proconsul Trajen de Almain shows His Lord Doctor Andorig ab Nesmith, Baron of Iglisrich a piece of mail.
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Proconsul Trajen de Almain shows Delana a piece of mail.
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                          From the Office of the Seneschal        
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To  : Delana                   Mon Mar 29 12:19:44 2021
                               Balasdes, Decembris 5 SC 388

Addressed to Prime Medicus Delana de Verdugo, 

Prime, I am most pleased to hear that the old man (I believe he is often
referred to as 'Old Tucker Appleby') has been found and the armband removed
from him before it could fully afflict him, though I am sad to hear of the
loss of his arm.  I visited the hospital and saw him there, though we did not
speak.

A one armed beggar is unlikely to survive long in Lithmore, and I think it
likely that he has suffered long enough.  I will make arrangements for the
old man to receive employment; perhaps as training as a carriage driver; I
know that task can be performed with one hand, and mostly involves sitting
atop the carriages, so it should be within his capabilities.  But I
digress.

Of far more importance is the armband that he was wearing when he arrived at
the Hospital.  If you have not yet done so, deliver it to the Holy Order or
to myself.  By the wording of your letter, I suspect that they already have
it, but I simply wish to make sure.

Thank you for saving the old man from that cursed armband, and Lord Bless, 
Signed this day by my hand, Decembris 5th, SC 388.

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Proconsul Trajen de Almain studies a piece of mail.

Proconsul Trajen de Almain gives a piece of mail to Delana.

"I think they've already made up their minds. Well, we already knew that before coming here." Proconsul Trajen de Almain after handing back the letter. [Proconsul Trajen de Almain] [Jmote]

Her Lady Seneschal, Theodora op Arcenant looks over the second letter and says to His Lord Doctor Andorig ab Nesmith, Baron of Iglisrich, "Did that actually manifest, my Lord? For Monsieur Appleby? Because the reaction of the crowd tells me that it didn't. Or was it simply not publically noted?"

"You mean his training as a carriage driver? Yes.", His Lord Doctor Andorig ab Nesmith, Baron of Iglisrich replies to Her Lady Seneschal, Theodora op Arcenant; the first words he's spoken audibly since he arrived, "I don't know what his current situation is; perhaps he has returned to begging in the intervening time, but after he recovered, I put him into contact with the drivers at the gates and the squares. I made no effort to cause a big public to-do about it though." [His Lord Doctor Andorig ab Nesmith, Baron of Iglisrich]

His Lord Justiciar, Isac ab Selwyn sighs. "I will refresh your memory. I'm talking of the incident were I was injured by a Ghost. I was stitched and bandaged by one of your own, laying in pain in one of your beds. Instead of treating my pain, you decided you would like to see the just bandaged wound or not treat me at all. Instead of listening to my protest and pleas you were being callous. In the end you called for Lord op Arcenant to strong arm me into complying. I suffered each moment as you satisfied your curiosity of the strange wound until you decided to take mercy, I suppose. I didn't forget about that." He crosses his arms and motions to Her Lady Seneschal, Theodora op Arcenant's ledger. "And I'm not the only one. You swore not to lie and you have been twisting around that this whole trial. It doesn't reflect well on your character."

Her Lady Seneschal, Theodora op Arcenant purses her lips together and says, "Lord ab Nesmith ... I'd like to raise you a few questions if you'd indulge me."

"And what might those questions be, Lady op Arcenant?", His Lord Doctor Andorig ab Nesmith, Baron of Iglisrich asks in return to Her Lady Seneschal, Theodora op Arcenant, tilting his head slightly. [His Lord Doctor Andorig ab Nesmith, Baron of Iglisrich]

A person wearing A featureless skull faceplate of strenghtened black leather with a full-length, hooded cloak made of grey-and-black wolf fur holds up a finger to His Lord Justiciar, Isac ab Selwyn. "Way I've heard tell, and from what my own eyes could gather, Appleby was never given that opportunity. Hence the outrage of Southsiders."

Delana looks thoughtful for a moment. "I am sorry, My Lord. I only vaguely recall the incident you speak of. I cannot properly defend my actions without consulting my records."

His Lord Justiciar, Isac ab Selwyn glances to a person wearing A featureless skull faceplate of strenghtened black leather with a full-length, hooded cloak made of grey-and-black wolf fur and then back to Delana. "The bracelet could have been removed with ash, prayed over for a day and a night by a priest. There was no need to harm or burn Mister Appleby. It was clrealy written in the book that I had told you to read as a Council matter. Did you actually read it?"

Her Lady Seneschal, Theodora op Arcenant quiets her question to His Lord Doctor Andorig ab Nesmith, Baron of Iglisrich as His Lord Justiciar, Isac ab Selwyn addresses Delana. 

"I did, My Lord. But I also knew that none of the children who were currently afflicted had been restored," Delana answers His Lord Justiciar, Isac ab Selwyn. "I have to make such difficult choices as a Doctor. I do not always expect a patient to be grateful, but I swear that I always do what I feel is best for them."

His Lord Justiciar, Isac ab Selwyn frowns. "So it's not a lack of will. It's a lack of judgment."

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Proconsul Trajen de Almain tries to stop Prime from responding to that. "Excuse me, your honor, but you sound like your on the prosecution side now."

A person wearing A featureless skull faceplate of strenghtened black leather with a full-length, hooded cloak made of grey-and-black wolf fur pipes up again. "Given there's hardly a defense to stand on."

His Lord Justiciar, Isac ab Selwyn sighs. "I have been giving the Prime Medicus more chances than her social standing deserves. I have given her my second in command, sworn to keep her secrets forever. I have listened to your defense with an open mind. I have given you more chances than you would have gotten otherwise. I have been more than fair. The persecution has still made a more sound case than you. Your only defense is what? No it's not true. The persecution is lying and we have no evidence to prove it. Even if we drop the third charge. The first and second still stand strong."

Her Lady Seneschal, Theodora op Arcenant clears her throat and says, "Can I ask some questions of Lord ab Nesmith, My Lord?"

His Lord Justiciar, Isac ab Selwyn pauses and nods to Her Lady Seneschal, Theodora op Arcenant. 

Her Lady Seneschal, Theodora op Arcenant purses her lips together and says, "Lord ab Nesmith ... you have served at the Madison off and on for a number of years, yes?"

His Lord Doctor Andorig ab Nesmith, Baron of Iglisrich interlaces his fingers in front of him, elbows on the armrests of his chair, and says, "I have, yes."

"The first charge is that I deny people treatment. I have not heard a case here that someone came to me for treatment and that I've turned them away," Delana answers. "The second is that I am violating my oath by instituing a policy at the Madison. The policy is in answer to my oath. The third is vague concerns on Mister Appleby, of which I have seen no testimony and who is not present," Delana answers His Lord Justiciar, Isac ab Selwyn. 

His Lord Justiciar, Isac ab Selwyn looks to Her Lady Seneschal, Theodora op Arcenant. "Does the persecution have anything to say to that?"

Her Lady Seneschal, Theodora op Arcenant purses her lips together, "Is that not the very testimony that Madame Yasmina presented?" she says to Delana with confusion, "Also you have not answered why no other Doctors previously have instituted that policy if it is indeed in best medical practice."

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Proconsul Trajen de Almain leans over. "I think we'll just appeal it to the king." [Jmote]

His Lord Justiciar, Isac ab Selwyn nods to Her Lady Seneschal, Theodora op Arcenant. "She did say that. Are you insinuating that she broke her oath and was lying?" he looks back to Delana. 

"Madame Yasmina came for advice, and I gave her advice. She further claimed that I recommended a drug that would have broken my oath to give," Delana says, "namely Elder's Elixir. That is very much a falsehood."

Her Lady Seneschal, Theodora op Arcenant tuts her tongue at the roof of her mouth, "And neither you or the Proconsul thought it apt to debate that statement at the time it was given?"

"I told my counsel," Delana answers, looking to Proconsul Trajen de Almain. 

Proconsul Trajen de Almain flips his hands over, "I thought we were already dragging things out and was trying to get to the meat of the matter."

Her Lady Seneschal, Theodora op Arcenant makes a quiet noise and says, "I admit that I do wish there had been a bit more ... interaction with the Court rather than solely with one another," and she turns to His Lord Doctor Andorig ab Nesmith, Baron of Iglisrich, "You've sat here for the course of this trial, my Lord ... is there anything that has been stated here that you found out of sorts or false?"

His Lord Justiciar, Isac ab Selwyn raises an eyebrow. "And yet you have been wasting our time with non-answers a whole lot?" He replies to Proconsul Trajen de Almain. 

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His Lord Doctor Andorig ab Nesmith, Baron of Iglisrich glances over towards Her Lady Seneschal, Theodora op Arcenant, and says, "Of what has been discussed, there's been a lot of back and forth. Out of sorts... the Prime has been accused of violating her oath, and the defense seems to be that it's her position that she was, in fact, fulfilling it by avoiding alcoholic medicines. There's the matter of whether or not a consultation, such as what Miss Yasmina received, counts as treatment. I don't know if she sought simply advice or words but... there are definitions that I feel may be casting confusion onto matters."

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Her Lady Seneschal, Theodora op Arcenant flips open a sturdy ledger, boldly embossed with the Scales of Justice labeled as 'Delana's trial' and says, "We've discussed this topic previously, my Lord ... you'd agree to this fact?"

"Which topic in particular, my Lady?", His Lord Doctor Andorig ab Nesmith, Baron of Iglisrich asks Her Lady Seneschal, Theodora op Arcenant, "There have been a multitude of them. Unless you mean the trial itself, in which case, we have." [His Lord Doctor Andorig ab Nesmith, Baron of Iglisrich]

Her Lady Seneschal, Theodora op Arcenant clears her throat, "The topic of concern over the present policies at the Madison ... I have written testimony if it would please for me to refresh your memory by reading it. But ... you and the previous Epion had spoken to the Madame Prime about some of the present policies. Concern that I am guessing stemmed or stems ... from the fact you do not agree with its medical soundness."

His Lord Justiciar, Isac ab Selwyn looks to Her Lady Seneschal, Theodora op Arcenant and Hermoise dul Varre, listening.

His Lord Justiciar, Isac ab Selwyn looks to Her Lady Seneschal, Theodora op Arcenant and His Lord Doctor Andorig ab Nesmith, Baron of Iglisrich, listening.(fix)

Delana remains quiet for the moment, watching Her Lady Seneschal, Theodora op Arcenant and His Lord Doctor Andorig ab Nesmith, Baron of Iglisrich's interaction.

"Both the previous Epion and I met with the Prime to discuss the policies, yes.", His Lord Doctor Andorig ab Nesmith, Baron of Iglisrich replies to Her Lady Seneschal, Theodora op Arcenant from the front row seat he is on, "It was my position that the traditional remedy of Vinesmellow was of greater efficacy for mild coughs than the lozenges that the Prime brought with her from Farin. The lozenges tend to need more dosages to bring about a cure than Vinesmellow. As such, I wished to discuss ending the alcoholic medicine ban, or loosening it that Vinesmellow could be utilized." [His Lord Doctor Andorig ab Nesmith, Baron of Iglisrich]

Proconsul Trajen de Almain drinks from a tan-colored ceramic mug of coffee.

Her Lady Seneschal, Theodora op Arcenant wrinkles her pert nose and says, "And what was the outcome of that conversation?"

Delana's attention wanders to His Lord Justiciar, Isac ab Selwyn for a moment as the questioning continues.

To Delana's trained eye, His Lord Justiciar, Isac ab Selwyn does not appear to be suffering from anything.

"The ban remained in place.", His Lord Doctor Andorig ab Nesmith, Baron of Iglisrich replies succinctly to Her Lady Seneschal, Theodora op Arcenant, his hands briefly spreading, before going back to their steepled posture, which looks quite silly given His Lord Doctor Andorig ab Nesmith, Baron of Iglisrich's size. [His Lord Doctor Andorig ab Nesmith, Baron of Iglisrich]

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His Lord Justiciar, Isac ab Selwyn looks from Her Lady Seneschal, Theodora op Arcenant to Delana. "Anything the defense would like to ask.

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Her Lady Seneschal, Theodora op Arcenant makes a soft sound and the lets Delana ask a question.

Proconsul Trajen de Almain drinks from a tan-colored ceramic mug of coffee Proconsul Trajen de Almain sips his coffee as he allows Prime to speak.

"I've two questions," Delana says. "My Lord Doctor, you have taken the same Physicians' oath that I have, which this one, correct?" Delana asks, unrolling A Poster of the ROYAL PHYSICIAN'S OATH for the court to see.

Delana shows a person wearing A featureless skull faceplate of strenghtened black leather with a full-length, hooded cloak made of grey-and-black wolf fur A Poster of the ROYAL PHYSICIAN'S OATH.
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Delana shows Hermoise dul Varre A Poster of the ROYAL PHYSICIAN'S OATH.
Delana shows Her Lady Seneschal, Theodora op Arcenant A Poster of the ROYAL PHYSICIAN'S OATH.
Delana shows His Lord Doctor Andorig ab Nesmith, Baron of Iglisrich A Poster of the ROYAL PHYSICIAN'S OATH.
Delana shows His Lord Justiciar, Isac ab Selwyn A Poster of the ROYAL PHYSICIAN'S OATH.
Delana shows Proconsul Trajen de Almain A Poster of the ROYAL PHYSICIAN'S OATH.
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"Yes, Prime.", His Lord Doctor Andorig ab Nesmith, Baron of Iglisrich says in response to Delana, shifting over to glance at the desk where she is at, "Those are the words that I swore to, in the presence of the prior Grand Inquisitor, in the Madison's chapel." [His Lord Doctor Andorig ab Nesmith, Baron of Iglisrich]

His Lord Justiciar, Isac ab Selwyn sighs. "Yes he did. I was present when he swore it. What is your meaningful question?" He starts tapping his fingers on the table.

"Thank you. Do you consider prescribing rasp relief instead of vinesmellow to be violating this oath as you took it?" Delana asks His Lord Doctor Andorig ab Nesmith, Baron of Iglisrich. 

"I do not.", His Lord Doctor Andorig ab Nesmith, Baron of Iglisrich replies to Delana. He raises on finger up, "The lozenges do give aid to the use with which they are meant, which is to say early stages of Rattlecough. They just need more dosages to be as effective as Vinesmellow... furthermore, the Oath doesn't have any lines that make specific restrictions on what medication is rendered.", he pauses, "I do still believe that Vinesmellow would be more effective, and wish it was still in use; but I don't consider opting to use the lozenges as a breakage of the oath, in and of itself." [His Lord Doctor Andorig ab Nesmith, Baron of Iglisrich]

His Lord Justiciar, Isac ab Selwyn sighs. "It doesn't matter what Lord ab Nesmith thinks about the oath. Judging an oaths bound is a Reeves job. You seem to like twisting a persons oath. At least the Proconsul's swearing gave me that impression." He leans back. "So as a Doctor giving out medicine that is not efficient for a given sickness, is not treating to one best ability. You could have clearly treated the patients better. It's negligence." He looks to His Lord Doctor Andorig ab Nesmith, Baron of Iglisrich. "Is Vinesmellow poisonous? yes or no?"

"Conventional opinion would hold that it is not.", His Lord Doctor Andorig ab Nesmith, Baron of Iglisrich answers His Lord Justiciar, Isac ab Selwyn, his eyes shifting towards him, "I know that the Prime asserts alcohol to be a poison, because of how it tempts one to sin. At least, that is my impression; and if I am wrong, please correct me, Prime. But Vinesmellow is not poisonous to the body. Not unless you were to drink huge amounts of it all at once." [His Lord Doctor Andorig ab Nesmith, Baron of Iglisrich]

His Lord Justiciar, Isac ab Selwyn nods. "I would say anything can be poisonous in large enough amounts. It's the same as saying anything can be eaten once. It's a nonsensical argument in this context." He looks back to Delana. "Do you have any other reasons not to use it?"

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"I consider it a poison of the mind and body," Delana answers. "It is an addictive substance which impairs the imbiber. Thus I cannot condone it's use for a mild cough, especially when there are effective alternatives available," Delana states. "Which part of my oath would you say this is this in violation of, My Lady Seneschal?" she asks Her Lady Seneschal, Theodora op Arcenant. 

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Her Lady Seneschal, Theodora op Arcenant looks down at a sturdy ledger, boldly embossed with the Scales of Justice labeled as 'Delana's trial's "It was just the open statement of the Lord ab Nesmith, and I can name at least three other former Physicians who agree that it is not as effective. Feelings, Madame, do not measure into the Oaths that we make. It is the expectation of any oppified Bard to speak the Truth regardless of their personal feelings on the Truth they are being called to report ... " and she says, "In my opinion, part of respecting one's community is agreeing to take into account the beliefs of the people of one's community. And keeping them from ailment's maw means doing so with best ability ... many patients do not have the means or ability to return for extra treatments for something that could be solved once. Instead they have begun to turn to those outside the Madison entirely."

"I am afraid I cannot agree," Delana answers Her Lady Seneschal, Theodora op Arcenant. to His Lord Justiciar, Isac ab Selwyn she says, "I've nothing further, My Lord Justiciar. I will point out that the health of the city has been overwhelmingly good in my tenure, and I can only trust in your fair judgement."

Proconsul Trajen de Almain awaits the judgement, quitely.

With the cessation of questions directed at him, His Lord Doctor Andorig ab Nesmith, Baron of Iglisrich shuts up again. [His Lord Doctor Andorig ab Nesmith, Baron of Iglisrich]

His Lord Doctor Andorig ab Nesmith, Baron of Iglisrich sneezes loudly.

His Lord Doctor Andorig ab Nesmith, Baron of Iglisrich shuts up, minus a sneeze I mean.

His Lord Justiciar, Isac ab Selwyn takes a deep breath and rubs his forehead. "This is going in circles." He steeples his fingers. "I will declare my judgement now. The defense has not conviced me of Delana de Verdugo's innocence on the first nor the second charge. Hence she will be judged as having broken her oath. She loses her Physician's licence from this point forward. Any attempt at medical treatment on another person shall be treated as a case of Poisoning or Assault, depending on the treatment. Saying that she is capable of any sort of medical treatment shall be Fraud. She shall also lay down her position as Prime Medicus. I have spoken."

Delana tightens her lips at His Lord Justiciar, Isac ab Selwyn's words, and gives a nod to Proconsul Trajen de Almain. 

His Lord Doctor Andorig ab Nesmith, Baron of Iglisrich stands up from his chair afterwards, and says, "Lord Bless.", to anyone who cares to listen to it, and sidles down to the aisle, walking towards the exit.

His Lord Doctor Andorig ab Nesmith, Baron of Iglisrich begins to move north.

His Lord Doctor Andorig ab Nesmith, Baron of Iglisrich leaves north.
A tall, watchful Lithmorran guardsman leaves north.

Proconsul Trajen de Almain tries to encourage Delana, and eventually leaves as well, bowing to Lady Seneschal and Lord Justicier before leaving.

Proconsul Trajen de Almain begins to move north.

Proconsul Trajen de Almain leaves north.

His Lord Justiciar, Isac ab Selwyn looks exhausted at declaring this. He stands up and rubs at his neck. "... The city has spoken up against you, Miss de Verdugo. I hope you will find another occupation that can fulfill you."

Her Lady Seneschal, Theodora op Arcenant closes a sturdy ledger, boldly embossed with the Scales of Justice labeled as 'Delana's trial' after the announcement of His Lord Justiciar, Isac ab Selwyn and she looks off a bit towards the northern doorway. There is a distant sort of look that settles over her sapphire gaze, a tired melancholy that seems to cling to the black-clad noblewoman of late and she whispers, "Lord bless ... " and heads northwards unless stopped.

Her Lady Seneschal, Theodora op Arcenant begins to move north.

Her Lady Seneschal, Theodora op Arcenant crosses the center of the room.

Her Lady Seneschal, Theodora op Arcenant leaves north.
A roguish, chocolate-haired Vavardi young man leaves north.
A fierce-eyed Dusollini Bluecoat chevalier leaves north.

"Some have spoken up against me," Delana answers His Lord Justiciar, Isac ab Selwyn. "May you as well."

Action set to:
Delana is preparing to depart.

His Lord Justiciar, Isac ab Selwyn tilts his head. "You mean find another occupation. Tempting... who would I leave the kingdom to then? The Proconsul would be eaten alive by the Brotherhood before noons end." His shoulders drop with lack of energy. "Lord bless and protect you."

Delana states, "Lord bless."


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