Garod's blood froze as the girl told him her master's name. The man was fast gaining notoriety throughout the land for taking a zero tolerance approach when it came to criminals. If Garod had to be perfectly honest, he was scared of the judge. [i]'Commit to the role, Garod. You can do it,'[/i] he thought to himself.

Instead of openly panicking or leaving the girl, he took in a quick breath and continued to speak. "Ah, I have heard of him and his reputation. It is good to know he does not mistreat his thralls." He placed a hand on his chin, as though pondering something. "Well, a man of the Church might spend most of his time there. If you haven't already checked, we may head there and have a look for him."