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This was a success - or something that looked close enough to it that Counselor Hawkshaw could not quite tell the difference. “Ladies and gentlemen,” he muttered, to no one in particular, “We got him.” Hawkshaw swung his legs around and hopped off his stool, failing to notice that Mandible was...

Hawkshaw opened his mouth. He must have been prepared to say something quite important, or loud, given the width to which it opened. But in a moment of clarity, he closed it again. And when he did finally speak, he was a little quieter. "The Officer of the Procurator acknowledges that Master...

Hawkshaw gawped, "So there's gold sparkles in the sclera now? All this from a casual inspection of the hands? This is outrageous, and does not prove in any capacity that he was under the influence at the time of arrest." "With all due respect, Counselor, seeing as you are acting on behalf of...

It was not so much Gullhorn's status as a Dust-Huffing degenerate that upset Counselor Hawkshaw, but that he had been so blind-sided by it. Whoever made that Orc's eyepiece, he wanted one. The Gnome ground his teeth as Urberus continued. It was, for lack of a better word, adorable. Once he was...

Hawkshaw stroked his fabulous muttonchops in quiet contemplation. “Ah, so they wish to plea... That sounds ideal.” Mandible looked up from his rigorous note-taking, and whispered furtively to his supervisor. “What about the other seventeen witnesses?” “Mandible, my dear friend. When your...

Hawkshaw leapt off his stool - a movement he made with such furor he looked like a particularly agitated jack-in-the-box. He marched back up, eyepiece clicking. "Before you go, Lieutenant. Just some clarification. Aside from the hunting the undead, what other duties do you perform with the city...

Hawkshaw frowned at Steve. There was really no need for this kind of behavior. He gathered the necessary papers and left his table, wandering over to the booth allocated to witnesses just as Lieutenant Gullhorn took his seat. The Lieutenant was weary looking fellow, clean-shaven, short black...

Hawkshaw was shuffling papers when the judge called on him, he looked up, quickly re-adjusting his eyepiece to keep it from falling off. "I don't believe we will be hearing from her, Your Honor. But yes, she's been listed as evidence for the time being." Among the shuffling, he found the...

Hawkshaw sighed, scratched his brow. "Yes, I imagine you do need to do just that, Master Will's Son." He meandered back over to the Procurator's table, climbing up on the stool and making himself comfortable. The parchment he used was returned to the fold. "No further questions, Your Honor."

Hawkshaw's lips pursed together, creating quite the thin line. "I understand, Your Honor. Of course." Apparently patience was running thin. Hawkshaw's usual meandering inquiries were not fulfilling his purpose. Hawkshaw spent the duration of Steve's statement walking back over to his table. He...

What was this ungodly interruption? Hawkshaw's eyepiece fixed itself on Urberus. Light from a window caught it, giving his scowl a nice sparkle. "The Abomination and Soul Binding Conventions are quite clear in the prohibition of the creation of any unnatural creatures by an unsanctioned...

Hawkshaw smiled, but it was a nervous one. Perhaps it finally dawned on him, the caliber of individual he was prosecuting. He coughed into his fist and regained his composure, cycled to a different lens on his eyepiece. "I see, so you have created Ella - such as she currently is - for the...

Hawkshaw quirked the corner of his mouth. Beg pardon? "If you could clarify, for the court, Master Will's Son - you are not only directly responsible for fusing Ella with a chicken, but did so for the express purpose of improving her performance in... Combat?" He cleared his throat. "In what...

The minion arts, so far as common parlance went, often included necromancy. Hawkshaw said nothing of this, but did give Steve a quizzical look. "Ah. A lifelong scholar. Most impressive, Master Will's Son. Strange, however, that records would indicate you have not yet been formally certified in...

"Master Will's Son," Hawkshaw said, more sternly now, "You are clearly new to these judicial proceedings, so I will remind you that I am not the one being questioned at this time. Please focus on rendering answers in a calm and collected manner." Hawkshaw waited patiently for Steve to finish...