Ensign Osborne
swung open the intricately carved oak door, revealing the mouse-like newly
sworn-in Chief Justice Moira Thibodeaux who’d picked up the Fasces of the
Antigone and stood holding the bundle defensively. “Whoa! Ma’am! Easy. Don’t
hit me!” Ensign Osborne’s easy grin and light manner caused her to lower the
fasces and relax a bit, though he could tell she still wasn’t thrilled at the
prospect of entering what had—until recently—been the sole dominion of the
Oathbreaker Fraunx Adonis. “I’ve checked the whole place. Don’t seem to be
anyone hiding. But…you should know…” he paused searching for the right words,
“…someone tore this place apart.” After once again taking the fasces from her,
he stepped out of the doorway.
She quickly
walked up the three steps and entered the foyer where she was greeted with the
solemn painting of a rock-wrecked ship being pummeled by fierce waves. Unable
to peel her eyes from the depressing imagery, she muttered, “so typical of you,
Fraunx.”
