<div class="floatleft">(https://36.media.tumblr.com/788ca0ab87826443eb28acae5797dde3/tumblr_o1pz1sK49u1tyhl08o6_250.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Mildred Voigt<br/><strong>Occupation:</strong>Judge<br/><strong>Location | Time:</strong>Outside Granny's Restaurant | Morning<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Work Clothes (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/28/1a/fa/281afa3e19848a514b75f04372b99954.jpg) and Family Heirloom (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/9c/46/8c/9c468cb06f8ae4070e6312efe8f526f0.jpg)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Corvin Diaval | Mister Gold | Open<hr/><br/><em>You look nice, by the way, Judge.</em><br/><br/>“Excuse—!”<br/><br/>Whatever snappish, and malicious, retort would have fallen from her pursed mouth became lost to the playful winds, which sought to free her blonde hair from its constraints, when the bailiff wisely made a speedy escape across the street. It was fortunate, for him at least, the roads were not busier since he probably would have been hit and injured, considering the noticeably fact that he did not look down the street to ensure no cars were coming.<br/><br/>She made a note to remind the man of his place upon his return. They were colleagues, not friends. If he wished to maintain even that small invasion into her life, it would be to his benefit to mind his words or she would have him thrown, quite literally, from the courthouse’s steep, stone stairs. Mildred smiled faintly at that wicked but satisfying thought. Would the bailiff dare to cross the line again if she brought about his demise, rendered him penniless and little more than a common beggar to be scoffed?<br/><br/>Her observant blue eyes did not waver once from observing Corvin as he skillfully maneuvered through the throng of increasingly rowdy loiters of Granny’s popular restaurant. Only when he opened the glass door, with a loud creak audible even to her ears, and disappeared within the bustling establishment did her attention redirect itself to the defilers of the hard earned peace.<br/><br/><em>Where was that lazy sheriff?<br/></em><br/>Now, Mildred was not a fan of the cane-wielding, foul-mouthed, salt and pepper haired elderly woman but her natural inclination for orderliness made it difficult for her to witness the laws being a mockery of before her very eyes. When Mister Gold extracted himself from fraternizing apes, she crinkled her nose, not of disdain but suspiciousness. His outward friendliness or portrayal of meekness, the unnecessary carrying of his cane, did not blind her to the danger he poised towards others. Mildred had fallen prey to his trickery and deceit once before and did not feel inclined to repeat the experience. “Mmm,” She tutted softly under her breath and raked her gaze across his face. “Is my presence unwelcomed in these parts?”