"We're good," Prometheus nodded in agreement to blond man standing just behind him.

With one final sweep of the Courtroom with his eagle-sharp eyes, Prometheus turned towards the door. As he left he muttered a final spell, which cased the chains that hung over the 'accused chair' to coil like a snake and raise one end of the chain like the head of a cobra, ready to strike, forever watching the entrance.

Sliding his wand back into his wrist holster, Prometheus walked out into the corridor, eyed the hiding owl, and headed to the elevators, where he waited for Dorian to join him.