Grungy and damp, a hole in the ground filled with remains of the fallen. A pungent odor rises from the opening, warding off anyone nearing the area. Ivory spikes with brownish red tips line the outside of the pit.
bone pit, Outside Temple
king
juror
I am a juror on a case. I am not sure I should be in a court room. I wear all black almost every day.
Why is court taking place in this bone pit, again? Between you and me, I'm not sure. My legal assistant requested it and I agreed because I couldn't be bothered to argue. But tell anyone and you'll be in there too! I won't say anything! I wouldn't want to end up on one of these spikes.  You'll be fine. Ugh, this place stinks... Yes, it does. Tell me, do you think the defendant is guilty? Hmmm.... probably. There's plenty of thieves and murderers in the village, why would this guy be any different? I don't know, he seems like an honest man. Although if you wish, I can try to convince the rest of the jury otherwise. I don't really care either way. I'm in my castle and with war going on the people are restless anyway... this gives them a distraction whatever happens. What will happen to him if he is found guilty? Thrown into that pit and pecked to death by vultures. Ugh, it really does smell awful... That pit is pretty foul, ugh. I would hate to be that guy. Me too... well, don't let your compassion get the best of you. You're still a juror.