The Valeyard, despite his attempts at remaining calm, seems to be getting more and more infuriated, with each passing rebuttal, and is clearly beginning to grasp at straws, and is losing the faith of the jury. "Aha! You even admit that you sent your own creations, which, mind you, were created in violation of the Pact of Creation, to retrieve pieces of the Material planes, for your own, personal domain," he says, glaring. "Now, on to the last point--"<br/><br/>"I'm afraid we won't be hearing that," an all-too-familiar voice says, from the fog still surrounding some regions of the court. "What is this? Who are you?" the Valeyard snaps, a look of fright crossing his face, for the moment, before the mists part, revealing Verdelet, or, at least, a strong illusion of her. "I really would prefer having to deal with you, Draiss, instead of this insane<em>fragment</em>here, posing as a judge," she says cryptically, with a smile, and the Valeyard's face pales, considerably. "That, and there are things that aren't quite appropriate to share with<em>everyone,</em>don't you agree?" She then smiles, and mouth's V'elen's name, her eyes dancing.