In the council chamber the magi are assembled at the council table. The magi have had their morning meal and are eagerly awaiting the queasitatoris, the tension is quite tangible after all few magi are really comfortable meeting the legal enforces of the Order. Even if no-one has done anything wrong there is the feeling of always being examined for potential breaches of the code. This reminds most magi of when their master made their first examination in Magic Theory.
One servant announces the arrival of the queasitori and through the door a short man with a piercing gaze approaches, his steel gray gaze watches over the magi. A few steps behind him there are a manservant, a broad-shouldered man with a daft look upon his face. The queasitoris introduces him self with a deep voice. [color=red]I am quesiatoris Bartolomaeus and I have heard that you have a problem.