"For the crimes of plundering, disaster profiteering, smuggling, and thievery," the judge raised his eyes from the simple desk placed straight down out in the open, with nothing but a small crowd of spectators on the otherwise empty hill, "you are hereby sentenced to execution by exile for three days."
With the strike of his gavel, the sign of his authority, the judge sealed the man's fate, only for Callane's guards to then grab the offender under his arms and start dragging him away.
"And that makes one scum less on our lands," Callane boomed from where she stood just a few steps behind the judge. Then, as her comment died out in the air, she shook her head before placing her hand down on the middle-aged judge's shoulder. "Thanks for coming on such short notice."