Judge moved on to the next story like a chief editor at a newspaper— except his 'news' was far more dangerous and less likely to involve petty gossip about who's wearing what to the ball.
The Dragons Daily demanded a certain standard, and Judge wasn't about to let it slip. He mentally noted how many crimes involved explosions these days— probably some kind of trend.
His enhanced cognition zipped through the details like a hyperactive squirrel on too much caffeine. Otherwise, he'd be stuck sifting through this mess all day. He could only give Clio the best, and he definitely cannot mess up.
People lived their lives, some basking in happiness, others drowning in sorrow, but Judge didn't have time to read every sad love letter or grocery list. He skimmed over them like a bored student flipping through an encyclopedia. That is, until something truly popped up.
