"Our laws are made from ancient sources, and are open and not precise." Mirror said, not sounding confident in her word choice but sounding like she was sticking with it, "Every two years, all the law speakers gather at the capital and review complex cases, and they take copies of the revised books of laws back to their villages if changes are made. When a wrong is done, the lord is the judge and it is solved through exchanges of gold, property, or other crimes. It it the judges right to make the punishment for a crime."
Choro found that the dog had decided to sit in front of her at some point, and was looking at her with the unlimited affection inherent in such specimens of dog kind.
Moonshadow found herself staring down... what looked like a old-ass library of moderate size. There was no sign of any stumpy ghouls or pretty pegasi around, anywhere.
"From what she's seen, it's not reversible." Fan Knife said, stepping out into the mouth of the cavern and turned back out towards the abyss, looking out at where the crystal outcrop was, "Some ghouls woke up feral because they snapped as soon as they woke up, or were conscious for a decade while their bodies rotted away. But it's more of a long-term process."