[With the last piece of evidence collected, The Alchemist- Lord Heisenberg's voice abruptly comes from everywhere and nowhere once again.]Ready when you are.
Come on up, Apprentices. You know the drill by now.
[Time to get in your weekly cardio climbing all these goddamn stairs again. Per usual, the ascension takes several minutes, with far fewer large wooden doors remaining locked than that first time. The shimmer of purple shield magic remains, blocking the apprentices from going anywhere but up.
Finally they reach the courtroom door and it opens once everyone has reached it. When they have it swings open to reveal a small set of steps, leading up to an imposing round chamber with a tapered roof. Twenty podiums stand in a circle in the center, lit brightly from below. Each podium is made of dark metal with a colored crystal matching the individual dorms enclosed on a thick glass dome on top of it. As always, greyed out portraits of the deceased have been added- Stella and Azul. Despite the...event last week, the courtroom looks back to normal.
Heisenberg is back on his scaffold, which has been repaired as if nothing happened. He has his long coat off, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and is wiping something dark blue and sticky off of his gloves, as the Apprentices file into the trial room.What was the cephalopod's favorite math equation? Eight times 3.14 - Octo-
pi.
[He puts his arms out in a kind of expectant gesture, then rolls his eyes.]Everyone's a critic, I guess. Alright, enough squidding around. One of you is responsible for what happened to Ashengrotto, and the rest of you are here to figure out who. Better get to it.