But then they saw the sigil.
The unmistakable emblem of the Goddess of Justice.
And beneath it, the seal of the veiled arbiter, Xerosis.
The moment the symbols came into view, they all fell silent. These were not marks any being dared to forge. Not unless they wished to invoke the wrath of the divine law itself.
This petition was legitimate.
This case was real.
And it was no longer something they could ignore.
The humans had not only gathered their wounded and their witnesses, they had secured divine oversight. Lawyers trained in Xerosis jurisprudence were already waiting on their side. The victims had been vetted. Their accounts are documented. Everything that could be prepared was prepared.
