To interrupt a judgement is near tantamount to calling one upon yourself, but a younger guardsman risks it.

"Another is dead!" an unseen voice shouts from the hallway beyond the columned room. "Il stregone has killed two!"

The entire group seems to raise in a communal hiss when they look to see who is missing amongst their ranks. It is a relative nobody - a guard leaving a rear cloak room.

The death is an excuse just as much as it is considered a crime.