The Lawbringer

Rumbling and chatter filled the streets, with the occasional order or heads up being shouted above the noise. The sky was bright, and the earth busy. To many, it was another toilsome day of work and sleep, here in the ever expanding settlement of Mythrite. To Derrick, it was his first.
The office was in a stasis, the stillness unbreaking. The only movements that occured was the occasional dust particle that grazed by, and the dull tapping of fingers against the desk. Derrick shared the general lifelessness of the furniture. For a town bustling with the mithril craze, this office seemed way too somber in contrast. Much like that of home. Not that home had much for him in the first place. Sure, it was safe, and comfortable, but here is where he can make a name for himself. Or at least, that's what he hoped for. At this pace, nothing was going to get done, and this office would end up like one of those musty books that no one would ever check out from the library. If he wanted something to get done, perhaps he should put himself out there instead. That may speed things up around here. Plus, being stuck inside a place known as the Chained Court isn't exactly that appealing, if ironic.
The pollen filled air greeted him, as he began making his way past the hustle and bustle of the townsfolk, as their footprints leave idents in the dirt. Derrick figured it might be good to introduce himself to some of the nearby businesses scattered throughout, get a feel for the layout of the town. Townsfolk wandered to and fro at a brisk pace, as if though everyone knew where to go, like a colony of ants.
While potentially inefficient and messy, one could appreciate the meticulous manner people carried around here. The settlement was young, and yet oh so ripe to the touch. Like a diamond, or perhaps in this case mythrite in the rough, with the right system this place could become a juggernaut amongst the world, rivalling even that of Daggerford. No, dwarfing it (nothing gets people on one's side like self-referential humour). And he will be there at it's eve.
Making his way towards the Prospecting Claims Court, he figured it was about time he get his foot on the table and make himself known.

A small group has gathered within the musty room. As each person lounged in their shabby seating, in a deep state of empty thoughts, some creaks from the porch's old plankings could be heard, followed by a swinging of the doors. Steps followed.
"Good day, my lackadaisical peers. How are you in these fine hours of the day?"
"Lack-ah-die what? Excuse me, sir who believes that big words will make him sound prim and proper."
"Well, perhaps the language is indeed pushing it, but I enjoy the wordplay nevertheless."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever. What sort of arrangement can we go over for ya? Mining accident? A dispute over surveyors?"
"I am actually a lawyer."
There was a pause, then some small chuckles from the loungers, before one of them began to respond.
"Ah, you're new? Explains the usage of large words."
"What do you mean?"
"You see, new kid, here in Mythrite things work a bit differently, especially in these courts. We're not looking for fancy schmancy dictionary repeaters, but rational logic and common sense. So as long as your argument makes sense, there's no real need to present yourself as an elite, you can ease up."
Derrick just simply stared back, seemingly a bit confused. "Well, I appreciate the comment, but I am not of someone who puts airs for the sake of nobility suckup, so you don't have to worry."
"Sure seems like it, considering the attire you have on."
"I just simply enjoy looking presentable is all."
"And what do you mean by that?"
Just then, the doors repeated it's swing, followed by a mass of footsteps.
"-oh boy here we go-"
"THIS MIDGET IS LYING, I'M TELLING YOU!"
"OI WHAT YOU CALL ME YOU THIN-SKINNED TURD?!"
"A CHONKY HALFLING IS WHAT!"
"AND YOU'RE A DEVIOUS DEVIL! THIS STICK TOLD ME THE MINES WOULD BE A GOOD HARVEST, AND WE GOT NOTHING!"
"I broke my ankle and would like to file a claim-"
What once was a seemingly calm and empty room filled with bored professionals turned into a chaotic mass of disgruntled mine workers and equally stressed mediators. Derrick, standing back from the waves of arguing that have swept through the room, took it all in. Like how the saying goes, there are many fish in the sea, and this dwarf just walked into the deep end (well, to be fair, he didn't really have to go too far both metaphorically and literally, haha). Opportunities plenty have presented themselves, and so he began making his way through the fray towards the other professionals, who were currently struggling with dealing with the new wave.
"People! People, we request that you stand in single file! It's hard enough as it is with the room now becoming a sweaty pile of angry miners!"
The professional shouting this then felt a tap on his shoulder, turning around and meeting the eyes of Derrick.
"Allow me."
"What are you-"
Derrick began gesturing the man off the chair he stood atop of, the man complying out of pure confusion. Derrick had the high ground, now he needed the attention.
"People, we request that you-"
"OI, SHUT IT YOU LIL BUGGER! I WANT JUSTICE! I WORKED IN THE DAMN MINES FROM DAWN TO DUSK, AND I WANT WHAT I EARNED!"
"YEAH, ME TOO!"
Derrick was taken aback. Admittedly he wasn't exactly used to dealling with a crowd of this.. typing. At least when it came to his job. Nonetheless, he stood his ground, admist the angry mob now forming within the confines of the courthouse. He will get the people to understand, and eventually respect him. For he is not just a man.
But a just man.