The acolytes weren’t told of what happened to Baron.
All they knew was that, he wasn’t qualified to be a juror anymore and was thus taken out of Sanctum. On the other hand, the other jurors were on edge. They weren’t able to get any decent sleep because they kept remembering Baron’s dying words. In fact, it was ringing in their ears – haunting them whenever they attempted to slumber.
This explains all of the black marks under their eyes. Ones which the acolytes noticed but, didn’t pay attention to – largely because, they didn’t want to get punished for looking too long. Plus, it wasn’t like they could do so at the moment because, all of them were back to combat training.
“Do you call that a swing? Put your back into it!” Gerard screamed; his voice still as loud and as thick despite
