Once again Miguel found himself in the Council chambers. It seemed to him that no matter how many time he tried to leave this place, he kept getting pulled back. At least this time it was not as an Elder, but instead a diplomatic adviser to and spokesmen for the Council. Still, he had managed to keep himself out of the Chambers for half a year, "better than last time," he thought to himself. Finding a nice quiet place in a corner, the old man pulled two chairs into the corner, sitting on one, he threw his legs up on the other and waited for the others to arrive cloaked in the shadows of the large room.