He wore elegant dark robes as well as a hood over his face. He would cast a spell and any creature near him would either flee in fear or drop dead, cl...tching their head. Ealya thought that this undead may not be as passive as most other horde in the area. She tried to run, but was struck with a paralyzing pain in her head. She dropped to her knees, clutching her head, trying to stop the hurting. She didn't even notice as the undead approached her."Would you like it to go away?" he asked her in. The speed was assisted by my having a public defender, but mostly becauseI couldn't find the urge to defend myself. I also wanted to spare thevictim, whose name was Anita, from having to testify.I saw myself as getting what I deserved for not coming to the woman's aidearlier, and therefore found hearing "Jacob Anthony Marshal, you havebeen found guilty" almost a relief.My only knowledge of prisons before my incarceration was what I had seenin movies, and the reality was much different, maybe. A couple of hours later i had consumed more drink that i had wished but i felt very happy and quite merry,i noticed Miss Stratton sat at a table and walked over to see her"your still here then i said"yes im just about to go home after Ive finished this drink, and your still here to"yes i know but im feeling it now so i will be leaving shortly myself,would you like to share a cab with me then said Miss Stratton"why not i said i have no other way of getting home.We waited outside to get some. Alistair looked pretty tense until it became obvious that Aedan was pulling his punches, not allowing me to get hurt, and Zevran even kept his hands to himself. Will wonders never cease? After supper, Alistair and I decided to train a bit. I got my focus fast, was able to do the exercises he'd showed me, and his pleased smile was worth every ounce of concentration I'd spent and the headache I knew I'd have afterwards. It was a little more distracting trying to practice while holding Alistair's.