11-14-2017, 03:31 AM
Even though the Magistrate does allow you all some small amount of privacy, the whispers peak his interest. Outstretching his arms like a vulture's wings, he rests his hands upon the banister of the balcony above you and looms toward your group. His eyes narrowing and his thin lips curling into an inquisitive smirk. You could practically hear him whispering, 'whatever are they up to...'