Next to Rowan sat a young man, Evan Hartman, with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, his expression cold and stern. He looked at Rowan with adoring eyes, though he hid it well, and smiled gently.

He whispered, "Rowan, Joseph should have no trouble advancing."

Rowan scoffed. "Of course I know that, but I still want to piss off Matthew… and those two pathetic suck-ups, Gabriel and Riker."

Evan chuckled helplessly. "We're here to witness the trial, not stir up trouble. You're a girl, after all.