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Dragonhawk: oh, there’s people all of a sudden
Dragonhawk: well, we’re up to three I guess
Malaina: haven’t heard back from Bandit yet

  • Jessaila nods.
    Malaina: Just got a message, he thought we were skipping this week
  • Seiankornai talks with him on Skype
    Thurirl has connected.
    Seiankornai: greetings
    Dragonhawk: well, we said we would see if people were available
    Thurirl: hey
    Dragonhawk: so…I guess there are people here
    Seiankornai: though not everyone
    Dragonhawk: what do you guys want to do? Play the rest of the judicial challenge, take the week off and recover from Christmas, just RP, something else?
    Takeru: will at least one person stand up, point dramatically, and yell ‘objection’?
    Malaina: Well, I don’t know what we could rp, getting through the trial seems important and we won’t know if we passed or not until its over
    Seiankornai: hmm, might actually be better to get through it with Grok missing, since his character isn’t so well suited for it
    Dragonhawk: yeah, we could at least do that
    Jessaila: Might not be a bad idea, tbh.
    Dragonhawk: ok
  • Malaina nods
    Thurirl: heh
    When last we saw our heroes, you were retreating to the library for deliberations on a case of goose endangerment with no real proofs presented.
    Sure, something is eating geese, probably a large reptile…but there’s no proof that the Vessa’s kodo lizards are THE reptile(s) responsible.
  • Jessaila was kinda dazzed during the presentation of the last case.
    Recap: Famer Waterlilly, a rather biggoted erron, raises geese. He claims that farmer Vesslesh (misspelled?), who raises hunting lizards called “kodos,” is responsible for the loss of over a dozen geese because his kodos are getting out and killing them. Farmer V. claims his kodos are NOT getting out OR eating any kind of wild food, and that farmer W. is not securing his geese properly for their safety.
    Both are accusing each other of slander
  • Seiankornai isn’t too impressed with the Erron
    Waterlilly wants to recieve 12 geese and 2 ganders in compensation for the alleged devoiring of his livestock by Farmer V’s. Vesslesh wants to recieve the standard fine for slander on account of the accusation that he is a poor kodo trainer.
  • Malaina wonders if there is more to this then both are even letting or even know
    Isabis: “Well, something is eating domestic geese. If the tame kodos aren’t doing it, then there’s something out there that’s big enough to be hazardous and brave enough to hang around human – that is, around erron habitations.”
    Isabis: “The other local farmers should be warned, you know?”
    Malaina: “Well, we have heard that there has been a rise of wild animals in this area. It would make sense if something like that was attacking the geese.”
    Isabis: “Wasn’t that something to do with trade routes? I suppose it’s possible, though.”
    Seiankornai: "We’re pretty close to a river trade route
    Isabis: “Yeah, I guess.”
    Judge: “Technically, we aren’t responsible to figure out what all is going on – just whether or not this particular accusation is true.”
    Thurirl: “There does not seem enough evidence to suggest the Erron is right in his complaint. Until he can catch one of the Vessa’s kodos in the act of eating his livestock, his accusations serve only to gain him infamy.”
    Seiankornai: “However, after the trial and the tests we may still look into if it is wildlife getting dangerous.”
    Seiankornai: “We’re Sunchasers, that’s what we do.”
    Judge: “Hmm. Indeed, and it would be a service to the community.”
    Judge2: “I wish we upheld the restriction on counter-suits in the same hearing like the civil courts do.”
    Jessaila: “Here’s my question. Why is the Erron so persistant in his claim that the Vessa’s lizards are responsible? He has to know his evidence is weak.”
  • Judge3 sighs
    Judge3: “These two are always at each other’s throats over something. Generally something petty. Really, they’re an embarassment to the temple. I think we should fine BOTH of them for defamation and have done with it.”
    Judge1: “That would hardly resolve the goose issue, now would it?”
    Malaina: “Not likely…”
    Jessaila: “So this is a continuation of a previous feud?”
    Thurirl: “If that is so, then there is no way to satisfy both parties, even with a fair ruling. They will be here again and again.”
    Malaina: “Isn’t there any way to make this stop, besides moving them far away from each other?”
    Seiankornai: “Hmm, could use a rancher for crag lizards back at the peaks.”
  • Judge1 chuckles
    Judge1: “That’s not too bad an idea either, but like the wild-animal investigation, it should be done on your own time.”
    Seiankornai: “Fair enough.”
    Seiankornai: To the group “Anyway, I’m convinced that there is not enough evidence to convict Vesslesh of neglect with his kobos.”
    Thurirl: “I concur.”
    Judge1: “Indeed. Perhaps instead of fining, we could sentence them both to improve their animal caging?”
    Malaina: “That sounds like the best route to take, that way both don’t think the other is getting off too easily.”
    Thurirl: “A punishment for wasting the court’s time may prove to discourage frivilous cases. Although, it may also discourage real cases if an individual does not believe they have the evidence needed to prove their claims.”
  • Judge1 sighs again
    Judge1: "Some people use the temple court for specifically those kinds of cases. Part of the reason is that we have the right to make these kind of “sideways” judgements, like making both parties do something even if we don’t think either one is at fault."
    Judge1: “It’s a benefit of being leally considered an arbitration solution.”
    Jessaila: “So it’s a judgment that must be… judiciously applied.”
    Judge1: “Always.”
    Judge1: (ping)
    Seiankornai: (pong)
    Jessaila: (Pong)
    Malaina: (Pung)
    Jessaila: ((It sounds like we have our judgment, so I’ve not commented much more.))
    Judge1: ((thurirl’s suggestion, you mean?))
    Thurirl: ((I say we make ‘em pay for wastin’ the court’s time =P maybe that will make them think twice about doing this))
    Judge1: (at Judge2) “We’ve heard from out juniormost, but what do you think?”
    Seiankornai: ((oh yes, we should sense motive the judges))
  • Jessaila tries to find the truth and motives of the issue. « 1d20+3 = 13 + 3 = 16 » (Sense Motive)
    Jessaila: “If these two individuals have continued problems with each other, is there any way that we could get them to… eh, work out some sort of live-and-let-live between themselves?”
    Jessaila: “Their continued suits against each other certainly don’t reflect well on themselves or the Dawnbringers.”
    Takeru: ((let em go with a severe warning, have both of their cages inspected, and tell the erron not to come back without proof that it’s at least a kodo doing the killing.))
    Takeru: ((audience suggestion))
    Judge3: “No kidding. I’m just glad they’re sticking to temple court, and not harassing the civil courts too.”
    Judge3: “It was close last year, but we managed to make them stop with the mud-slinging feud.”
    Judge1: “Ah, I remember that one – very creative weapons, after a fashion. Didn’t Waterlilly have an actual trebuchet built in his farmyard?”
    Jessaila: “Does the court have the authority to… how to put it… chastise them for their lack of neighborliness?”
    Judge2: “No, he had the sapling slingshot. Vesslesh had the trebuchet. 30 loads of mud and seed-shot, flying over half the parish…”
    Judge3: “Yes, we do. We just have to decide what will make things better and not worse over the long term.”
    Judge3: “…I believe the next one to fling so much as a speck of mud gets to foot the bill for repairing the south garden wall, for example.”
    Jessaila: “Uh. Do they have any… particular attachments to their land?”
    Judge1: “Well, they own their respective properties, but as far as I know neither is an ancestral territory or any such thing.”
    Jessaila: “The reason I ask is because… well, when you have cats who fight, you separate them to different rooms. When you have children who fight, you send them to different ends of the house.”
    Judge1: “Their other neighbors are mostly human, after all.”
  • Judge2 chokes
    Judge2: “I think forcing the parties to move their residences might be considered a bit extreme for a petty defamation case.”
    Jessaila: “Forcing, yes.”
    Jessaila: “But allowing them the opportunity to do so at their own free will, on the other hand, would not be so extreme.”
    Judge3: “You worry to much about what the civies think. We could…yes, at least suggest it.”
    Jessaila: “Do they have squabbles with their other neighbors, or just with each other?”
    Judge1: “Mostly each other. It’s the last dribbles of what used to be a river of blood feuding between their clans. They’re both from families that joined the temple and ostensibly made peace, but there’s generations of ill-feeling still there. Humanity, thank Avva, hasn’t been here long enough to have that kind of history with either of them.”
    Judge3: “Some of the victims of ill-aimed mud strikes are still a bit sore at them.”
  • Jessaila glances around the library for any local property listings.
  • Jessaila checks something out. « 1d20+9 = 4 + 9 = 13 » Investigate
    Weird – the local listings aren’t arranged at ALL like you expected them to be.
    You find one for the year the moonpool first opened in the history section, anyway…hey look, Waterlillys and Vessleshes are in it?
    Jessaila: “Uh… so they’ve been at this for CENTURIES?”
    Jessaila: “Wow…”
    Takeru: ((Quick! duel of honor to settle the blood fued!))
    Malaina: “The both of them or their ancestors?”
    Jessaila: “Looks like both of them.”
    Jessaila: “I didn’t know Vessa lived that long.”
    Judge3: ((their ancestors ))
    Jessaila: ((Oh. Nix that, then.))
    Judge3: ((you’re not looking at the birth records, you’re just noticing familiar surnames in the old land ownership records))
  • Jessaila gets frustrated with this.
    Jessaila: “Well, I’d thought maybe we could go as far as suggesting a potential location for one of them, but it doesn’t seem I’m looking in the right place for that.”
    Judge1: “Hmm. Well, there suggestion has merrit anyway. What shall we do if they both refuse, though?”
    Takeru: (cage match)
    Jessaila: “Uh… make them wear hats that say ‘I am mean to my neighbor’?”
    Thurirl: ((“I wasted the court’s time and was lucky to get this t-shirt.”))
    Malaina: ((lol))
    Seiankornai: ((hehehe))
    Jessaila: ((Thurirl’s idea better!))
    Judge3: “Ha! I like that. All of Avva’s hours for a month! They can have Moru’s peace, though.”
    Judge3: (you parse that as “they have to wear the hats in daylight, but can leave them off after dark” )
    Judge2: “And we can leave the fence repairs and/or moving as a strong suggestion. That would do…”
    Judge3: “We could require that too…”
    Judge1: “Let them recieve Moru’s peace regarding the hats only if they reinforce their cages.”
    Seiankornai: “How much are the geese the erron wants, by the way?”
    Judge2: “about 10s each full grown.”
    Judge2: “More for a particularly plump one close to a feast day.”
  • Judge2 glances at the sun-clock, squinting at the cloudy-faint shadow
    Judge2: "I think we’d best get back out there.
    You troop back out to the jury box. Both parties of the case have been holding down their benches pretty much the whole recess it would seem.
    …ah, they’ve been having an insulting match. What “fun.”
    Judge1: “Order please!”
    There is a pause while everyone quiets down and sits down and so forth.
    Judge2: “Mr Vesslesh, Farmer Waterlilly, this rivalry of yours has gone on too long. You have no real case against each other here.”
    Vesslesh: "The darkness I don’t! He’s been telling everyone from here to – "
    Judge1: “Order! My colleague is speaking.”
    Judge2: “Thank you. In the interests of resolving these endless disputes, would either of you consider moving to the other side of the river?”
    Waterlilly: “WHAT?”
    Vesslesh: “WHAT???”
    Jessaila: “Apparently that’s a no.”
    Judge3: “You know, since you can’t seem to respect your current neighbors, one of you could try getting different ones.”
  • Thurirl shakes his head. Vessa, at least, should act better than this.
    Dragonhawk is disconnected.
    Dragonhawk has connected.
    Dragonhawk: ((now where were we…))
    Seiankornai: “Vesslash, you could take your skills to the black peaks and help raise crag lizards to help fight the goblins.”
    Dragonhawk: ((oh, yeah, I remember))
    Vesslesh considers moving [1d20 (on 1), possibly even moving far away [1d20] (on 20); Waterlilly reluctantly thinks about the other side of the river [1d20] (on 20)
    Dragonhawk: Vesslesh considers moving « 1d20 = 14 » (on 1), possibly even moving far away « 1d20 = 12 » (on 20); Waterlilly reluctantly thinks about the other side of the river « 1d20 = 8 » (on 20)
    Jessaila: ((So it’s the hats, then!))
    Vesslesh: “I dunno. I like it where I’m at. I’ve got all training stuff set up, pens, rings, runs…”
    Waterlilly: “Well I’m sure not gonna move just because that dumb lizard can’t keep his dumb lizards contained!”
    Judge3: “Very well, then, it’s the hats for you.”
    Waterlilly: “…I don’t wear a hat.”
    Jessaila: ((YOU DO NOW,SUCKA!))
    Takeru: ((THE HATS. THE HATS OF DOOM))
    Thurirl: ((lol))
    Jessaila: ((AH HAH HAH HAH HAH HAH… etc.))
    Seiankornai: “No, for you it’ll be more of a banner.”
    Malaina: ((hahahahahahaha!))
    Judge1: (in a tone of long-suffering) "You’ll wear this one or be fined for contempt of arbitration. The hats will be embroidered with the text “I disobey Avva by disrespecting my neighbor,” and you will wear them every hour of Avva’s light. If you agree to make repairs or improveemnts, however unnecessary they may seem, to your animal pens, you may have Moru’s peace – but if not, you will wear the hats by night as well."
    Waterlilly: “…how…how?”
    Judge1: “Get a hat pin. The text must be visible, or you will be subject to fine.”
    Waterlilly: “Hat pin??”
    Vesslesh: (haw haw snort snicker* “Almost worth it to see that tree sucker with a hat tied to his branches.”
    Seiankornai: “You know, little metal pins used to hold fabric in place.”
    Vesslesh: “I expec’ I can repave the kennel floors. Need done next year anyhow. Hehehehe.”
    Waterlilly: “Shut up! You have to wear one too!”
    Vesslesh: “Yeah, but I make it look stylish. You see!”
    Seiankornai: ((the Vessa is certainly taking this better))
    Judge1: “Yes, yes, you’ll recieve your headgear at temple within the week, and wear it until Moru’s face reaches the same phase as the day you take it up. Dismissed!”
    Vesslesh: "Just so it doesnt say ‘My kodo eat stuff they not supposed to.’ "
    Waterlilly: “What about my GEESE?”
    Seiankornai: “I’ll buy you some more geese.”
    Seiankornai: “Just leave each other in peace.”
    Jessaila: “Hey, that rhymes.”
    Judge2: “Make your pens strong enough to keep them safe from predators, Waterlilly. That will solve the problem no matter what it is that’s taking them.”
    The disgruntled erron and relieved vessa clear the floor
    Next, the judge calls the case of Casaman vs. Carver.
    An older man, not quite elderly yet, takes up one table. A younger man, still old enough to have a good-sized family, takes the other. A youth, just barely old enough to be an apprentice, joins the older man, is yanked to the other table by the younger man, ducks under the table and circles back to the far side of the older fellow.
    Jessaila: “Is this a physical comedy routine or a court appearance?”
    Judge1: “Journeyman Rick Cassaman of Fallsview accuses Master Victor Carver of Tallil of kidnapping his son.”
    The youth does look a bit like the younger man…
    Judge1: “Jorneyman Cassaman, give your statement.”
  • Youth waves his hand
    Youth: “Can I give a statement first, sirs?”
  • Thurirl does not like the look of this at all.
    Judge1: “Well, it’s a bit irregular, young man.”
    Youth: “Please? It’s important.”
    Judge3: “Very well, young man.”
  • Judge1 frowns at his junior
    Jessaila is disconnected.
    Takeru is disconnected.
    Malaina is disconnected.
    Dragonhawk is disconnected.
    Seiankornai is disconnected.
    Thurirl is disconnected.
    Seiankornai has connected.
    Dragonhawk has connected.
    Malaina has connected.
    Jessaila has connected.
    Takeru has connected.
    Dragonhawk: “Sirs, I’m Travis Cassaman, and I’m responsible for this mess. Me, not my master, do you see? I knew I wasn’t old enough to apprentice without my father’s permission, but I couldn’t get it, so I just went anyway and when Master Carver asked me if I had it I kind of…avoided the subject. Distracted him. It’s my fault, not his.”
    Thurirl has connected.
    Dragonhawk: ((er…))
    Travis: “Sirs, I’m Travis Cassaman, and I’m responsible for this mess. Me, not my master, do you see? I knew I wasn’t old enough to apprentice without my father’s permission, but I couldn’t get it, so I just went anyway and when Master Carver asked me if I had it I kind of…avoided the subject. Distracted him. It’s my fault, not his.”
    Judge1: “I see…Mr. Cassaman, ah, Sr, would you care to give it to us a bit more from the beginning?”
    Cassaman: “I’m a house builder. My son is supposed to be my apprentice, but he ran away instead of starting to work regular, like a boy his age should do with his father. The watch finally tracked him down, all the way down river to here, and come to find out he’s working an apprenticeship with this, this frilly artsy fartsy wood-lacer instead. Well he aint of age to take his own apprenticeship until he’s 17, see? That’s four whole years! An’ here this guy is, keepin’ him in his house!”
    Cassaman: “Then when I come to get him, the old man won’t let me take him! He’s all hauling the temple into it, an’ the city watch again, an’ making everything difficult. An’ the watch says if I want to sue him they get to put my boy into fosterage with who-knows-who else for months! Months! I don’t have mongths, it’s almost framing season!”
    Judge: “I see. Master Carver, your statement?”
  • Jessaila frowns.
    MCarver: “Your honor, I don’t know anything about how the boy came to be so far from home, and it’s true that I allowed myself to be distracted from the issue of his parental approvals at the time I took him on. For that, I apologize; it was my responsibility and I failed it.”
    MCarver: “However, the boy has an absolute gift for fine carving. He does not want to be a framer or even a cabinet maker, he wants to do fine finishing and wooden wares as I do. His father cannot teach him to hone these skills. Moreover, when I began taking the lad to temple with my other apprentice and my children, I discovered that his father did not take him to temple or otherwise see to his religious education in, as far as I can determine, any way. The lad has taken to it like a flower to sunlight, sirs; so this is a case for the temple as much as anything else.”
    Travis: “Please, sirs, don’t let me get stuck rough-cutting logs for roof beams nobody will ever see for my entire life!”
    Cassaman: “I’m not letting you waste your life on that impractical waste-of-wood frippery, nor on endless temple shenanigans either! You’re coming home and learning to build with me!”
  • Jessaila tries to find the truth and motives of the issue. « 1d20+3 = 1 + 3 = 4 » (Sense Motive)
    Malaina 1: « 1d20+9 = 13 + 9 = 22 » Sense Motive
    Jessaila is distracted by comparing situations with your imprisonment among the gaunt elves…you are wise enough to realize this is non-productive, but you’ve missed the details of what’s going on in front of you.
    Seiankornai: ((senese motive « 1d20+4 = 10 + 4 = 14 » ))
    Thurirl: « 1d20+10 = 17 + 10 = 27 » Sense Motive
    Thurirl: ((“I’m Batman.”))
    Seiankornai: ((yep))
  • Thurirl regards the three thoughtfully.
  • Malaina sighs a bit and shakes her head, knowing this case is going to be a bit harder then the last two
    Seiankornai: “Mmmm, roast goat…”
  • Jessaila thinks this is completely open and shut.
    Thurirl: “Would it be possible to question the boy by himself?”
    Judge2: “The law is clear, young man; you are your father’s ward until you turn 17.”
    Judge3: “Temple law is also clear, though – if a parent will not see to their child’s religious education, the child is to be fostered with someone who will.”
    Judge1: “The temple in Fallsview could provide a mentor to see to that issue, though.”
  • Jessaila starts trying to pay attention again.
  • Judge1 gets down from the ‘bench’ and walks over to the jury box
    Judge1: (whispering) “The secular courts forbid questioning a minor without a parent or guardian present, but we don’t have the same rules…why do you want to question him separately?”
    Thurirl: (whispering) “I am merely curious. The boy seems to be avoiding his father. I wish to know his reasons, which he may not share if the parental figure is in the room.”
    Thurirl: (whispering) “However, if you believe it would be too difficult to convince the father to agree, I shall abide by your decision.”
    Judge1: (w) “I admit, he seems awfully motivated over this – we’re along way downriver, and he traveled this whole distance himself, at his age?”
    Thurirl: (w) “I did not leave my own tribe for no good reason, Your Honor. We should ascertain what his own is before continuing.”
  • Jessaila forces herself to regain some attempt at neutrality.
    Thurirl: ((Notice Check to see if you can hear the note of sadness in his voice… =P))
    Judge1: “…Young Cassaman, please approach the bench.”
    Jessaila: W “I suppose there could be a legitimate reason for it.”
    Thurirl: (w) “Legitimate or not, we must know it. Ignorance is the first step to injustice.”
    Travis comes over, and the judge leads him into the witness corner behind the jury box
  • Seiankornai cranes his neck over
    Judge1: “Youn man, what was it that made you run away in the first place?”
  • Thurirl gives the boy his full attention.
  • Malaina also listens, hoping to hear the reason
  • Jessaila hopes it’s a good reason, not “He made me clean my room and work on roofs!”
    Judge1: “Well sir, I just…there was just nothing there. I mean, father didn’t like me to make things, and he didn’t hold with ‘wasting time,’ and it was a waste of time to work on schooling once I could read and do books, and it was a waste of time to carve things – time AND wood, he would say – and it was a waste of time to go to temple, or anywhere in town except to do business. So I didn’t have any friends, really, because mother schooled me and then there was nothing to do until this year, but at least I could go off by myself and carve windfall branches.”
  • Travis says that /\
    Travis: “But then I turned 13, and father was all about having me with him all the time. And he doesn’t seem to like me any better than he ever did, and I still don’t have any friends but I didn’t have any free time either – and that was during down season!”
  • Thurirl listens carefully, considering every word said, and how sincere the boy is.
    Travis: “I was just, you know, sort of down all the time and it didn’t look like anything would ever get better, and finally I kind of said…chuck it all and see if there’s a life worth living anywhere else, ‘cause there isn’t one here. So I made a raft and when it broke apart I sort of rode a log for a while, and then I found some traders and worked passage down here with them. I’m not afraid of working sirs, really! I swear I’m not lazy or, or, whatever it is he thinks I am.”
    Thurirl: “Indeed not. You made the raft yourself, you say?”
    Jessaila: "You realize that you could easily have been killed on the river, by anything from goblins to river kings?
    Travis: “Well, I didn’t get to thirteen without learning /something/ about carpentry. I mean…not enough, I guess. I only crashed it a little and it all came apart. I guess Avva protected me, though. Anyway, nothing ate me.”
    Travis: “I mean, I know there’s dangerous stuff in the river. And I know it seems stupid to act like apprenticing with my father is worse than getting eaten by a river king. But that’s how it felt to me. Feels.”
    Malaina: “I can’t fault him for wanting to do something more with his life.”
    Judge1: “For the record then. Has your father ever hit you, other than on your posterior?”
    Travis: “Nossir.”
    Jessaila: “If you are sent back with your father, what do you think will happen?”
    Judge1: “Ever spanked you hard enough to leave a mark, or so that you literally could not sit the evening after?”
    Travis: “Nossir, judge. If I go back, I just…it’ll just be the same. He’ll frown at me all day long, and I’ll never see anyting beautiful, and I’ll never do anything pleasant, and I’ll be all alone with him most of the time, and it’ll just be like the sky never clears on my life. Maybe ever. I guess if I make it through four years, I can get away again, but I still won’t have any money and I’ll be much older for a starting apprentice and not just any master will take an older apprentice for free. I don’t konw if master Carver would’ve taken me if he didn’t turn out to like my carvings so much.”
  • Judge1 rubs his (aching?) head
  • Thurirl agrees with the sentiment.
    Judge1: “So you haven’t been abused as such. You did run away from home. You are without permission to live with your current master.”
  • Jessaila is done asking questions of the kid.
    Travis: “Yessir.”
  • Travis appears to be near tears
  • Thurirl feels conflicted between his respect for the law and the boy’s own desires.
    Seiankornai: “Emotional abuse is still abuse.”
    Judge1: “If no one else has further question, you may return to your seat. Ah, preferrably a seat in the audience, not with your master, who is accused in this court, after all.”
    Thurirl: “But is it severe enough to warrant the full removal of the boy from his father? He is not here legally, after all.”
    Seiankornai: “Does you father let you havea sabboth?”
    Travis: “A what, sir?”
    Seiankornai: “A day of rest. Don’t do any work.”
    Travis: “Oh, like taking Avva’s day for holy designs alone?”
    Travis: ((that’s gotta be a quote from something))
    Seiankornai: “Yes, I suppose so.”
    Travis: "No, father doesn’t “waste time” on religious stuff. He works any day he isn’t sick, so I did too when I was with him."
    Seiankornai: “Well, that’s a physical abuse of a sort, forced to exhaustion.”
    Seiankornai: “How often are you and your father sick?”
    Travis: “Not very often, I guess. I don’t remember last time…maybe when the flu was almost an epidemic? When was that?”
    Judge: “Four years ago.”
  • Thurirl stays quiet on religious matters, though he doesn’t seem bothered by the idea of taking a rest day once a week.
    Travis: “Huh. Long time. Maybe the time he ate a bad fish was after that?”
    Jessaila: “Would it be possible to talk again with accused and accuser now?”
    Seiankornai: “Hmm..”
    Judge1: “Well this is every kind of a mess.”
    Thurirl: “I agree. This is a very difficult and complicated case.”
    Cassaman: “What are you all doin back in that corner? This is supposed to be a court, aint it? Come back out here an’ tell this wood-waster he has to give my boy back already!”
    Judge3: “Yes, yes, we’re coming.”
  • Judge3 whispers “You bedarkened philistine, you.”
    LeadJudge: “Do the jury have additional questions for the complainant or the accused?”
  • Thurirl almost smiles at the comment.
    Jessaila: “Mr. Cassaman, may I inquire why you have such strong stated aversion to Mr. Carver’s chosen trade?”
    Cassaman: “It’s just a waste is all it is! Waste of wood, waste of time, waste of money. Humph.”
  • Cassaman mutters something half-audible about big-city clap trap
    Jessaila: “Then you believe in pure utility of design?”
    Cassaman: “Pure whatzit?”
    Cassaman: ((want to try that sense motive again?))
  • Jessaila tries to find the truth and motives of the issue. « 1d20+3 = 3 + 3 = 6 » (Sense Motive)
    Jessaila: ((Bah))
    Cassaman: ((you find the man incomprehensible, it would seem ))
    Malaina: ((Shall I try?))
    Cassaman: ((sure))
    Malaina 1: « 1d20+9 = 9 + 9 = 18 » Sense Motive
    Jessaila: “You only do what is minimal and necessary in your work?”
    Thurirl: « 1d20+10 = 3 + 10 = 13 » Sense Motive
  • Thurirl does not get this man at all.
    Seiankornai: ((1d20+4] sense motive))
    Cassaman: “I do everything that needs done – I don’t cut not corners, if that’s what you’re implying.”
    Seiankornai: ((« 1d20+4 = 11 + 4 = 15 » sense motive))
    Jessaila: “But you add no flourishes and indulge in no fancy to improve the look of your work.”
    Cassaman: “Well…I guess I could if the customer asked for it.”
    Cassaman: “Rich folks want all kinds of crazy stuff.”
    Jessaila: “And paid for it, too, then?”
    Cassaman: “Well obviously I wouldn’t be wasting wood on that kind of nonsense if they don’t pay me.”
    Thurirl: “Your son could be paid handsomely if he proves to have skill in that kind of work.”
    Jessaila: “Naturally. Might I inquire what you’d say is a fair day’s wage for someone of your talents?”
    Cassaman: “Well, yeah but…eh. I guess I get a denari, usually.”
    Jessaila: “Mr. Carver? What could Travis here earn if he completed his apprenticeship with you?”
    Cassaman: “It’s a fair wage. Feeds a family, doesn’t it?”
  • Carver coughts to cover a chuckle
    Carver: “Well, averaged over the various activities…I’d say I earn roughtly a denari an hour.”
    Seiankornai: “Maybe, you could survive on a small wage. But can you live on it?”
    Carver: “So, eight-ish a day, give my usual working hours.”
    Jessaila: “You believe Travis has undoubted talent, yes?”
    Cassaman finds Seian’s question nonsensical, but Jessaila’s line of reasoning is making an impression
    Carver: “Oh, yes, ma’am. I haven’t seen such a talented apprentice since…well I don’t know if I’ve ever seen such an amazing innate gift for woodcarving. It’s not quite the same as a sculptor, either, I’ve seen natural sculptors before; this boy also has a gift for seeing how to make the art fit with the craft, do you see?”
    Carver: “How the frieze fits on the bowl, so to speak.”
  • Jessaila nods.
    Jessaila: “Could he eclipse you with enough time and training?”
    Seiankornai: ((“Huh? What’s he got to do with the moon?”))
    Jessaila: “Learning better how to master the art and gain confidence and renown for himself?”
    Carver: “I should be amazed if he doesn’t, truth be told. If he gets the chance to become a journeyman, he’ll have a mastery after that without fail, probably quite young. For the rank, anyway.”
  • Cassaman humphs again
    Cassaman: “Just because a man isn’t a master doesn’t mean he’s not good at what he does.”
    Carver: “I said nothing about it, sir.”
  • Jessaila ear-twitches.
    Jessaila: “I presume, Mr. Cassaman, that your work is quite labor intensive – it certainly sounds like it takes a great deal of strength and cunning to lift the beams and such?”
    Cassaman: “Well, I guess. I mean, it’s no job for a weakling. ’S not like blacksmithing or anything.”
    Cassaman: ((we use the medium hammers. smiths use the heavy hammers ))
    Jessaila: “I presume, of course, that you want your son to take up your business in order to support you in your old age – or in case you suffered an injury which prevented you from practicing your trade.”
    Cassaman: “I … guess? I mean, I just figured a boy needs a trade. A good solid trade, you know?”
    Cassaman: “No need to get morbid about it all.”
    Jessaila: “Do you use different strength beams when you place a roof? Some beams thinner, some thicker?”
    Jessaila: “Each tailored by size to their purpose in the structure?”
    Cassaman: “Er…yeah, it depends on where they go. Sorta. Mostly I make all the frame pieces thick enough I don’t have to worry about which is which. Nobody every complained about having an extra-sturdy house, you know?”
    Cassaman: “Main-beam has to be bigger, of course.”
  • Seiankornai wonders where Jessaila is going with this
  • Thurirl is curious to know as well, but thinks he has an idea.
    Jessaila: “If you’ll pardon me for this observation, it sounds like you’ve tried to make your son into a main-beam when he is more suited to a different place in the structure.”
    Cassaman: “Hey, are you calling my boy weak?!? You take that back!”
    Travis: “Call me weak! I’ll be a weakling!”
    Cassaman: “Shut up, boy, you are not.”
    Jessaila: “This is not about being weak or strong. It’s about finding a good place in the world.”
  • Thurirl was wrong. This wasn’t what he was expecting.
    Jessaila: “You say the main-beam must be bigger, but that doesn’t mean the other pieces of the roof are weak. It simply means they’re better-suited for another place.”
    Cassaman: “Uh…”
  • Cassaman looks like he’s thinking on that one. You can practically see the smoke
    Seiankornai: “Ever made a curved archway?”
    Jessaila: “You’ve raised a son who has shown an astonishing strength in a particular bit of work – it just wasn’t the one you hoped for.”
    Cassaman: “Huh.”
    Cassaman: “Well…he still shouldn’t’a run away!”
    Judge1: “Agreed. He shouldn’t have run away.”
    Jessaila: “No, he should not.”
    Jessaila: “But that said, it’s given us all the chance to see his true talent.”
    Cassaman: “Yeah, well, he shouldn’t’ve run away, he still hasta come home.”
  • Cassaman folds his arms and glowers like a sulky child
    Jessaila: “He shouldn’t have run away, but I think you might want to consider the benefits of giving him your permission to stay with Master Carver.”
    Cassaman: “But…but…”
    Cassaman: “…he hasta come home! For the framing season!”
    Seiankornai: “There’s likely other sons who don’t match their fathers work, but could match yours. You might take on another’s as an apprentice.”
    Carver: (mumbling) " ‘m notta master"
    Jessaila: “Travis has the opportunity to fit into a place where he can exercise his talent, bettering the fortune of your family – your name and his.”
    Thurirl: “Ah. That is a serious complication, yes.”
    Carver: ((that last was Cassaman, sorry))
    Jessaila: ((Was that supposed to be from Cassaman?))
    Jessaila: ((Ah.))
    Thurirl: ((I didn’t notice it wasn’t… I must be tired.))
    Carver: “Well, could I have him back /after/ framing season? Then you’d have a whole year to find more help.”
    Cassaman: “It isn’t about the help, I can feed my family on my own thank-you-very-much!”
  • Jessaila headtilts.
    Cassaman: “…maybe after framing season. Then at least he’d know /how/ to do real carprentry. Some.”
    Thurirl: “I believe a compromise would be beneficial to you both.”
  • Carver frowns
    Carver: “I said maybe.”
    Carver: ((gah, I’m doing it again. Strike that))
    Jessaila: ((Cassaman again?))
  • Cassaman frowns
    Cassaman: “I said maybe.”
    Carver: “…perhaps a split apprenticeship, then? With you the first four framing seasons to learn framing, and with me the other three to learn other things? Thins that are easier to do in winter, for example?”
    Cassaman: “….maaaaaaybe…”
  • Jessaila glances to Travis.
    Travis: “Please? Please please please…”
    Thurirl is disconnected.
  • Jessaila waits for Cassaman’s answer.
    Judge1: “As the temple arbitors, we propose this compromise: Journeyman Cassaman will grant permission for his son to apprentice with Master Carver thre seasons of the year. Master Carver will agree to pay the fine specified in civil law for accepting a full-time apprentice younger than 17 without parental permission. And Travis Cassaman will pay back his master by selling additional work pieces, over the course of the four years.”
    Cassaman: “Humph. Serve him right for running away.”
    Judge2: “Exactly.”
  • Jessaila nods.
    Judge2: “The law is served, and justice is served, in spite of their slight discontinuity in this case.”
    Carver: “That is agreeable to me.”
    Cassaman: “Well…I…I guess I can put up with it.”
  • Cassaman frowns speculatively at Jessaila
    Travis: “Yes! I get to come back!”
  • Jessaila ponders a further comment.
    Judge3: “Very well, so let it be recorded. Mr. Cassman, expect to hear from the Fallsview temple regarding their youth mentorship program. After all, you have other children, and mentors could help prevent any other such problems for becoming so … overly complicated.”
    Judge3: “You know, bring them to light before children run away and so forth.”
    Cassaman: “Yeah, yeah,” (muttering) “stinking waste of time…”
  • Jessaila leans forward, waiting for the judges to finish.
    LeadJudge: “Very well, case closed!”
  • LeadJudge rings his bell
    LeadJudge: “I do love it when we can actually arbitrate these arbitrations.”
    Jessaila: “I’d like to order an additional work piece from Travis for the price of two silver coins.”
    Carver: “Oh? Feel free to catch us at the shop then, ma’am. We’re #15 Sawdust Street. I expect it’ll take a few hours for Travis to pack up.”
  • Jessaila nods.
    LeadJudge: “Hmm. Yes. The jury is dismissed; please present yourselves at the temple tomorrow at the second hour of Avva’s face.”
    Jessaila: “Thank you, your honors.”
    LeadJudge: “This court is now closed! The next case will be heard one week from today. Inquiries may be made at the temple offices.”
    The judges get up and file out the door to the judge’s chambers.
    Seiankornai: “Thank you. (finally)”
    The audience wanders out, talking amongst themselves.
    You all make for the doors yourselves – it’s been too long since the drakes, especially, saw open sky!
    Game Saved
    Log Saved
    Malaina is disconnected.
    Jessaila: Want to order a wood pendant carved as a gift for Malaina.
    LeadJudge: aaah.
    LeadJudge: OK

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