The judge, after being rebuked by Kiara, naturally didn't dare to speak again.
This sort of gamble is not one that the average person could afford; lives were at stake at the drop of a hat.
So Kiara calmly took a paper and pen and started to write, while Thomas Norris furiously scribbled on his own.
Less than two minutes had passed, and Kiara seemed to have finished. She slammed the paper onto the table and settled back leisurely in her seat, even waving for the Fox Cat to bring over her insulated barrel.
Sipping leisurely on soup, she gave off the impression that, had someone served her a few big pork knuckles, she would have been able to eat them on the spot as well.
Meanwhile, the man on the other end seemed to be writing something far more complex, and time ticked by as Kiara sipped her soup and glanced at her watch.
Camden must be about done by now, right?
She was thinking this when she heard a reaction from the other side.
"I'm done."
