"She's a threat to the populace," yelled a noble as she slammed her hand down on the table.
"She's a child, Carlotta," Urged Professor Milton.
"Who murdered 3 of the capital's city watch AND put one of your students in critical condition," added Head Paladin Lovelace, head of the paladin order.
They had been at this for several hours and it was obvious they were getting nowhere soon.
"She's scared," Shaman Gratz countered, "tell me you wouldn't defend yourself if you were in her position."
Lovelace snorted, "she should have come quietly."
"The question isn't what happened, it's what happens now as we move forward," Paladin Fritz leaned forward and massaged his temples.
"We have looked everywhere, even used familiars and scrying spells. But there is no sign of her anywhere," Lord Ranger Vivienne sighed.
"Could someone be hiding her. Don't give me that look, Vivienne. Its probably crossed everyone's mind," Sir Dupree leaned back in his chair. "And if that is the case, I for one do not wish to invade everyone's houses."
"She may yet turn up. Give her some time," said Milton.
"And what of the weapon she used in the arena," Lovelace asked.
The senior staff at the mages school are going over it to find a way to either reverse what it has done, repair it, or find the source of it. Whoever made it might have left some notes on how to replicate it," Milton answered. "Currently it is being studied in the library restricted section, in case any of you wish to lend a hand."
"I can check with our own records of any similar items encountered," Fritz offered.
"Thank you," Milton was about to say something else when he was suddenly interrupted by one noblewoman.
"What about the tournament," asked Lady Mallory, her earrings jingling on her pointed ears as she looked to the other nobles.
"What about the tournament," Lord Stoneblade asked annoyed as the dwarf stroked his beard.
"Well, shouldn't we cancel it," Lady Mallory insisted.
"Aren't you overreacting darling," Lord Raphael raised an eyebrow. "If we canceled every tournament over some....minor incident, we'd never finish one."
"I concur with Raphael," Lord-Merchant Isabel Fortuno said, "and there are so many people that have substantial sums tied up with this tournament."
"Including you no doubt," Dupree sneered.
As the nobles argued amongst themselves Gorg felt his patience thinning very quickly through the entirety of the meeting and they had now run out. He got up from his small chair at one wall, walked over to the center of the table. A few noticed him and the wiser ones took cover as he raised both hands and smashed the center of the table with a window rattling roar. He then looked around the room to see that he definitely had everyone's attention.
"We finish dis tournament," he grunted. "Anyone got a problem wif dis?"
Everyone quickly shook their heads.
"Motion passed and meeting adjourned," Theodore Milton announced quickly.
After everyone else had left, Fritz leaned towards Gorg so no one else would hear, "thank you Gorg. I thought I was going to lose it if I had to spend another hour in there."
Gorg gave a toothy smile. "Anytime. Now drinks. You buy first round. Gratz got somefing he wants ta talk bout."