The prosecution, a sharply dressed grey stallion in a red suit, black tie tucked in under his jacket stood up behind his table, two ponies sitting beside him, mulling over papers. A team of professionals tackling yet another day of work, volumes spoken from the prosecution leader's disinterested look. "Yes, Your Honor." A set of nods came from his equally dressed team, going over numerous pieces of evidence and reports that seemed to reach towards the ceiling. "We've been waiting for this."