They restore Opalyn's clothing, and march her down more hallways, through another shielded archway, and into the office of somebody who looks like an incredibly fed-up magical bureaucrat in a comfy cushioned ergonomic throne. Before him is a desk which betokens that this man has been given an amount of paperwork substantially and systematically greater than the amount of paperwork he can actually do.
His eyes narrow as soon as he sees Opalyn, brought forth in chains. "Is there anything about your case that is the least bit complicated?" he says.