The Council (open for council members)

"Poison," a male voice said. Vierra walked down the stairs of the morgue to her brothers.

"No," another voice replied. "It was internal bleeding, Camden. If you must know, this man was beaten to a bloody pulp then died from internal bleeding, because his spleen was ruptured."

"What are you two on about again?" There at the bottom of the steps to the morgue was a woman clad in leathers. She held her hand on her hip and pursed her lips as she finally looked at the situation. Her younger brother James, who was just about to turn 21 was pointing a scalpel at her youngest brother Camden, who was about to turn 17. She walked up to the two who were hunched over the dead body of a homeless man. She tilted her head and looked at the two squabbling siblings who still began their argument. "James," Vierra said lifting her hand.

The older of the two looked over at Vierra and handed her the scalpel. "What is the social butterfly doing here today?" James said. He walked over to the sink and began to rinse his hands off. He took off stained apron and then hung it on the door handle to the exit. The brown haired young adult stood about six and half feet tall. He towered over Vierra.

"She always comes to visit us when she has time off. Mainly to do the paper work for Father," Camden said glaring at James. The youngster of the family. He too was taller than Vierra but only by a couple of inches.

Vierra giggled as she began cutting into abdomen of the body. "James wins this one Camden. It was the spleen after all." She turned around and set the scalpel down on the table. She began to go back up the stairs, but as soon as her foot hit stepped on the first step there was a loud knock on the door.

"Wonder who would be willing to check the back door? No one likes to come near the autopsy room," Camden said as he walked to the door to open it.

The door opened to find a pale messenger boy who was turned away. Vierra turned around and walked toward the boy with a smile. "Boo," she said.

"Aaah..." The boy ran to the side of the door then stood there trying his hardest not to look at the autopsy room.

Vierra turned her head over to the boys. "You two behave now, don't give Father a hard time." She walked out of the room and into the alleyway and shut the door. "It's okay now, how can I help you?"

"Ma'am, Theobold has called a meeting for the council. Please come at once," the boy said still afraid to turn around. Before Vierra could confirm whether she had received the message or not, the boy ran down the alley way. Her green eyes blinked as she looked at him run. She sighed and looked around.

The door opened and it was Camden looking down at Vierra. "Hey Vie," Camden said in a sing song voice. She turned around. This meant trouble. He was going to ask her for a favor. "I need to borrow your horse. Mainly because we have to pick up another body. Is that okay?"

Vierra sighed. This was going to be a rough day. "I have a council meeting. There are extra horses."

"But Vie," Camden said again in the same sing song voice, "your horse is the only one that can handle a body of this magnitude."

Vierra raised and eyebrow then began walking down the alley way. "Do what ever, I'll find a way to this meeting."

Vierra jumped on a trash bin then grabbed a window. She jumped up grabbing another window and followed through raising herself up to the top of the building. She began her way across the rooftops of the city to the down town district, leaping across alley ways, running across clothes, and what ever she could use to move across the town. Finally she made it down to the courthouse. She looked around the building and no one seemed to be around. "..... I hope I'm not late." She finally made her way into the building and down the corridors. She opened the door to catch the minute problem Theobold called the council together for. Annoyed, Vierra sighed and made it to her seat.

"No young knight, this is a concern of the people and must be addressed."

"Is it?" Vierra chimed in and looked at the hybrid with an emotionless face. "Is it really? Then why did you not bring the mother and child here? In fact, why did you not bring all of the parties here?" She crossed her arms then sat back in the chair. This was a first for her. "This problem is only a sliver of the big picture. Your hubris." She glared at Theobold. "I do not see the witnesses here. Therefore I believe you're lying."

Vierra uncrossed her arms and then put her hands on the arms of her chair. She tapped the index finger of her right hand when she listened to his reasonings. "... Healers?" She asked. She got up from her chair and glared at the old man. Her eyes thinned as she walked up. "The human and hybrid body are far more durable than you truly believe. Simple medicinal herbs and splints along with ice and leveling can make the body go a long way. The nearest actual doctor in that area is actually the morgue. A family of humans who have done countless autopsies on both human and hybrid beings." Her eyes began to burn into the man with more anger. Her glare stared down into Theobold's soul. Her right hand gripped onto the arm of the chair as she attempted to acknowledge the reasoning behind taking a hurt mother and child further from the morgue. "Did you not go to the doctors there because they were my family? Humans... Who specialize in death?" She sighed. "Theobold, for the sake of the gods, please tell me that you lost your common sense for once. You story consistently does not add up." She stared the hybrid down. "You of all people know that I too am well versed in medicine. Let me go over the scenario with you and explain how much a human or hybrid can endure." Vierra stood up from her chair and walked down Theobold. She pointed a finger to Theobold's temple. "Right here is a very fragile part of the skull. It takes so much of a swing from a blunt object. If the area right here was shattered a person could die." She stopped and looked at him. "From what you described, Theobold, the mother suffered trauma to her head, spine, or even these mongrels broke her legs. Head trauma such as concussions can cause swelling in the brain, but with the right treatment, she would make it safely through the night. Spine can be permanent, meaning that she may never walk again, but with the amount of beating she probably went through, that's more of a pain issue. A person can push themselves to walk. Broken legs are easy to get by with simple splints." She stopped and then pointed at the man's chest. "As for the child's injuries, shallow breathing equates to a bruised or broken rib. These heal on their own within six weeks. However, with the correct amount of pain killers the child would not feel a thing."

She walked away and sat back down on her seat. "What I'm saying, Theobold, is that your ways of going about this whole thing is a problem. You waste everyone's time. You come in here with little to no proof and you expect everyone in here to just side with you. I'm still not convinced that this mother and child exist." She crossed her leg and awaited for Frederick or Adrian to add more. If Theobold does not shut his mouth, I can't get this report to the rest of the council, she thought. She looked at the men and sighed. It is better I talk about this later. With out the old galoot here. He will only spread more negativity in here that these are 'hate crimes.'