His heart was pounding, and his palms were sweaty. The hall was filled with people awaiting the trial of Deorla. A mix of people from honest townsfolk, to the merchants that held grievance with the defendant, to the strange, hooded figures that he could only assume were the rangers. The atmosphere was electric, and Furley did not feel at ease whatsoever.
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