[BitterChalice]

Zafira had been looking at the jury the entire time, trying to put on a shy, helpless, frightened expression.
She was scared, sure, but being shy and helpless was a farce. She was quite arrogant, actually.
Arrogance she couldn't hide when Nevann approached her, a contemptuous smirk appeared on her face.
If she hadn't that collar she would have wiped that smile off his face.

However she was helpless. She clenched her fingers in frustration, glaring at the man, angry. "You wouldn't talk to me like that if I didn't have this," she said haughtily, brushing her collar.
She stared at the jury, for a long moment, trying to stay still.
The idea of a decade in a prison with that collar on was scary though.
Then she sighed, surrendered, giving in to those words.

"Okay... What do you want in return to get them to be lenient?" the elf finally asked. "I have no money if you hope to get rich."

(Perfect)