The three arbitrators looked down questioningly, watching carefully as Rivena paced across the courtroom.
On the other hand, Iskandar was furious, barely withholding his impulse to slam his fists down on the podium through grit, gnashing teeth. "Why you -- Rivena, was it? What is this major inconsistency you speak of?"
"It's not any singular inconsistency. No, I believe Malric's recollection to be impossible given the mode of injury."
"And why exactly do you say that?"
Rivena waved her hand at Malric, his head turned away from her side of the room. He was hiding something and failed miserably to conceal its contents.
"Boy, come forward and present the wound Revian inflicted on you." Rivena stepped back to look back up at the arbitrators, surveying their gavels for any interjection, but they allowed her to proceed without so much as a single word of refutation.
