“Klint will be arriving sometime after noon. He was called to the prosecutor’s office at the last moment.” We had made sure to arrive as early in the morning as we could in anticipation of delays but it served no end when he was harried back into the office by the chief prosecutor. I had only met the man a few brief times since my studies began in earnest. He was incredibly dedicated; I admired it as much. Though, it did lead to this somewhat unfortunate circumstance.

'God, I must admit, the way the man converses is drying to no end.' I folded my arms. “It matters not whether we have any rapport as long as we complete our duties. He is a well-mannered and capable man. He completes all tasks with due diligence and efficiency. He will learn and I will teach. Beyond that, our relations are superficial at best.” 'Let us not discuss the risk of duel that haunts my office.' The thought was a bitterly amusing one.

I have wielded everything from a rapier to a wine glass, a pen to a prosecutor’s badge. All used as weapons nonetheless. I have learned to turn the harmless into the harrowing. As the ink began to build the image of a man less than violent, I winced at the thought it might become so.