Torch-light flickered in the cavernous chamber below Benitez HQ as the meeting was called to order.
The hand-full of representatives sat around the firebox, and hushed as Carlos cleared his throat.
"The time has come, dear friends, for our family to once again sit within the Council Chambers. In order to work for the benefit of the people, we and the current delegates have come to an agreement. Now it is left to us to decide which ones of us ought sit on the council, and represent the interests of the organisation, our families, and the silent masses in the empire who's voices are rarely heared."
The first voice to speak up was Enrico. "You should sit, Don Carlos. You have the right". Carlos raised his eyebrows.
"That decision is still to be made." replied Carlos. "I am still deliberating about weather that is really the place for me. There is no question, however, that the seats that have been arranged for us will be filled. The question is, by whom?"
A silence fell. After afew moments, Jose spoke up. "Surely Zavier ought be allowed this honor?"
Carlos shook his head.
"Whilst I agree he would be a good candidate, we have not received word from him since he left on long-term recon of the Nomad-Outcast border. With the current climate, his seat must be, if only temporarily, filled by another. And then there is the matter of you, amigo. Will you sit?"
Jose's glanced around the room, to find all eyes meeting his.
"These decisions need to be made quickly senors. I'd imagine the Council is getting impatient."