"Council..." John pronounced the word slowly, as if toying with the sound of it, "That has some chance to work. If making your own voice heard outweighs the risk of being told what to do that so many fear, even the loneliest of wolves out there may be interested"
Frial took the cigarette Ian offered and went to sit back down in the chair by fireplace, "Though, I've seen too many great plans of reunion come crumbling down to invest too much of myself in any. Do what you have planned and you can count of my support. Nothing less, nothing more. For now."
John trifled with the cigarette in his hand, "Strange thing is that I don't smoke anymore," he said as he lit it and blew the first smoke towards the high ceiling.