The Imperial Magistrate's office was a somber place, filled with heavy wooden furniture and shelves lined with legal texts that represented centuries of imperial law.
Magistrate Holven sat behind his imposing desk, reviewing a formal complaint that had arrived that morning with obvious displeasure.
"This is highly irregular, Lord Ambrose," he said, adjusting his spectacles as he studied the documents. "Magnus Richfield has filed a formal complaint alleging intimidation, blackmail, and interference with legitimate business operations."
Grim sat across from the magistrate with perfect composure, his expression carrying the kind of calm confidence that came from knowing exactly how this conversation would unfold.
"Has he?" Grim asked with mild interest. "What kind of evidence has Mr. Richfield provided to support these allegations?"
