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Supreme Magistrate Haglath raised his gavel and swung it down at the bench.

But it never hit.

It stopped mere inches from the desk like it had hit something solid.

"One moment please," A voice called from among the old men on the benches. The voice sounded ancient, like the one speaking was barely healthy enough to get the words out.

"Elder Goman," Supreme Magistrate Haglath said, and his face showed his displeasure. "You have something to add?"

"Yes," Elder Goman said. "Let me just get to my feet. Please help me my dear."

An incredibly beautiful woman – who couldn't have been older than twenty – rushed next a frail looking old man. His hair was thin, and grew in patchy white wisps. His beard was long and looked to have bits of food in it left over from breakfast – or possibly longer ago. His face looked like it had seen a thousand years pass. His eyelid drooped and his hand shook on the well-worn cane he was holding.

It took almost ten seconds for the woman to help him to stand up. W