"Mulahey, I summon you. You have been brought here to answer for your crimes, but first, you shall know the truth."
The spectre of a lumbering half orc appeared between the twinned statues at the other end of the hall, and slowly drew to half way to the throne's base.
"That man, that Bhaalspawn, was your master though you knew it not."
Mulahey stared listlessly, broken in death as he was in life, perhaps due to my dream, though I had let him go – for a time.
"You are Cyric's, yet you died by my hand. Well, Khalid's, but let's not get too technical. Here, your master has no hold over you. Before you stand your accusers." I spread my hands and the slain miners of Nashkel, those murdered by kobolds, and the kobolds themselves, and even the wife of one of the miners who had taken her own life, stood gathered around the marble throne. "What have you to say?"
The half orc mumbled and I shook my head. "I'm afraid we can't hear you. I believe the verdict is guilty." I felt a thrum of approval from the slain. I nodded, and Mulahey ambled into a cell in the same row as Sarevok. "You think about your actions." I admonished him, without dismissing the host.
"Tranzig. Enter my hall. Greet those who died because of you, those you have murdered."
"I didn't murder anyone!"
"Come now; we both know you did. You cannot lie to me, not here. You murdered them through your selfishness, your greed, your fear. They died because of you, and the part you played."
