The lapse in mental presence to this meeting was beginning to draw on for Amaris. They’d proceeded to miss a vote - which they were still unaware of - and had missed a good portion of Sephira’s proposal. As to what had their attention, they’d rather not think so much about. But it was, of course, the usual derision of themselves that they were becoming far too used to. Everything that they’d heard so far was well constructed and received practically. How could they measure up to this with an even less formed proposal? An idea stuck down on paper; that was it. And what practical use did the island have it said idea in the wake of the others? They were far more pressing issues than a conservative effort that wasn’t meant for people.
And so, as it were, they’d not voted during Faith’s remarkably historic proposal or noticed the harsh looks in their direction from the woman and several others. They blinked, however, taking themselves from their stupor. Can’t even pay attention to a meeting. They would ignore that voice as best they could. Amaris had now only to vote for something they had heard half of. Blinking again, they supposed that the criticism they had heard of the matter would be founded and understandable. And thus they knocked on the table. Perhaps Sephira would be able to use what was said and make something better of what she’d proposed.
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There seemed to be no further discussion on the topic of establishing a police force. The vote had begun. Faith had voted to table, Kura knocked upon the wood, Amaris knocked on wood, and the vote went round. And for one of the only times in the short history of the council, a vote was unanimous. Even Merchant LeShard voted to table it, despite her tongue lashing and admonishment. The woman was clearly on edge and spiteful. But upon the conclusion of the vote, Albarech stood, "Special Assistant Blackwood, I thank you for bringing your proposal before us. Please, take the time to work with Militant Broson and his assistants to polish it up. You may also seek help from the resources found here. You'd be surprised at how helpful our own Leshli can be. I look forward to your renewed proposal at the next meeting."
Leshli approached Albarech, whispering in his ear, before standing back. "Councilors, guests, it has already been a long night, and there is still much to cover. Leshli here has made meals for everyone in attendance. We will take a short recess now. Food is downstairs in the kitchen, help yourselves. The meeting shall continue in one half-break. Thank you." With that, Albarech stood, gesturing to the door. Leshli led the way, and the guests followed. The meal consisted of roast pork belly, baked potatoes, and mixed greens. Wine and ale and water were available as well. Leshli stayed in the kitchen, giving a plate for each person who desired it.
Various councilors eventually made their way down, some mingling amongst themselves, others with the guests. A few went off their own way, not too big of a surprise. Darbytonian Elliott stepped outside, pulling his pipe from his jacket. He never smoked indoors, he was always adamant about that for himself. Said that good pipeweed was meant to be enjoyed in the open air. He paced around the building while he smoked, musing on the abolition of slavery. It was a bold move, a historic move, and one he was proud to have been on the right side of. And it seemed he'd been necessary, all of them had been. Every vote had counted on that one for sure. It was the first time he'd felt like the Council had truly done something good for everyone. And so he smiled, and took another drag from his pipe.
Then the thrown hatchet plunged through the side of his temple, and he fell dead in the mud.
A few figures emerged from the alley, retrieved the corpse, and disappeared into the night, with none the wiser. After all, everyone knew Elliott's tendency to be alone and independent, like a proper Darbytonian. And the night grew silent, smiling down on Scalvoris in its success, for while most of the public did not yet know it, but change had already been made.

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