<strong>"Your Excellence",</strong>the man said, looking Zara in the eyes.<strong>"You've never looked better".</strong><br/>Then he frowned.<br/><strong>"In other words...I was told I'm to speak to the judge. You're obviously not in the employ of the court, so who are you? My name is Yildar, by the way. And I'm pretty sure I've never seen you."</strong><br/>Of course, she wasn't exactly in the blue uniforms of court guards. And the name was an ancient one, with a meaning like "the one who never folds under pressure". The gaze in his brown eyes certainly made him look like he was among the few men who were worth their own names.<br/><br/>Zara, however, didn't need to answer, nor did she actually have the opportunity. The judge, who had approached them unseen - at least by Yildar - answered it for her.<strong><br/>"Yildar, this is Zara. She is going to be looking for answers to a question which, I've been told, concerns you personally. I want you to accompany and help her. Any questions?"</strong><br/>The man's eyes narrowed, but he bowed to the judge.<strong><br/>"Your Excellence...am I to assume that the question is 'who committed a certain bloody murder, and how to capture him or them?' Because right now that is the question that interests me the most!"</strong><br/>The judge merely nodded affirmatively. The man turned back to her.<br/><strong><br/>"Well, it seems you are in the employ of the court after all...Zara, isn't it? Funny, I used to know a certain Zara who looked somewhat like you...but that was long ago! So, how can you help me in finding the murderer?"</strong>