Those that break the laws find themselves locked up for either judgement or sentence for their crimes. As you look around the cells you see many improvements to the old style lockup. The room seems somewhat charged with an aire of electricity. As the Sheriff stands from the cell doors, you notice they slide open automatically, and all attempts to step into the umbra or mist out of the cells is unsuccessful. Those occupying the cells are kept in a spartan fashion, making any pleasantness a welcome event.
Back up to the Meeting Hall