Silence. Shining said, “I’ve looked through her files. Circe’s one of the longer-lived liches we know of, and we can’t even be sure we know when her life began. Celestia’s been trying to catch her for centuries. And suddenly, a necromancer and a bounty hunter walk through our door and drop her and her phylactery almost literally gift-wrapped on our counter.” He started tapping his hoof on the tabletop. “And that’s part of the problem. Somepony who does something like that probably isn’t the kind of pony who should go to jail. But if a necromancer gets off scot-free, the public will cry bloody murder.” He sighed and ruffled his mane. “Thank Celestia I’m not a judge.”