Asphodel began to talk as she had done the previous day, and as she warmed to the task, the others could see some of the faces on the dais beginning to change.
At least two, though, seemed to be unswayed by her eloquence, and even hardened in their views. One was the deacon, Jheg, and the other a sour-faced woman who sat at the far end on the left of Zhor. These two looked as though even if the sky should fall in they would not change their views.
After she had finished and sat down again. Zhor again rose.
'Thank you, Curate Asphodel,' he said. 'I must ask you now to withdraw. The council will debate what you have told us and come to a decision. It may take some time, maybe several days as we are not used to being hurried, and so I will ask Nhid if he will show you around our City and g
