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Hector sat with Lynn and the King of Atreya while they observed the commotion in the Grand Hall of the Night. They couldn't hear the reapers talking, of course, but there were plenty of corporeal Rainlords discussing the subject as well. The other non-servants apparently had plenty to say, too.

After a while of chaos, the heads managed to gain everyone's attention by standing together in the middle of the chamber and rising up on a giant platform of ice made by Zeff.

From there, the debate became more formal and organized. The heads split everyone up into two sides, and they cleared the middle of the Grand Hall to make space for speakers to come forth and present their arguments. None of the selected speakers were reapers, presumably so as not to exclude any of the non-servants.

Hector listened carefully to each person who spoke. The crowd listened, too, though they were occasionally more vocal whenever someone made a point that they agreed or disagreed with.

He obviously agreed with those who were calling for everyone to stay, to have patience, to leave the fighting to the Sandlords for now; but he had to admit, he did find some of the arguments from the other side somewhat compelling.

They had a responsibility to their subjects, they said. The people of Sair were living in fear, they said. The Vanguard couldn't be trusted, they said. And as Rainlords, whether the danger came from Abolish or the Vanguard or anything else, it didn't matter.

"The rain fears not the torch," they said.

Hector wished he could say that he completely disagreed with that sentiment. He wished he could say that it was foolish. But honestly, if he were in their position, he wasn't really sure what he would do. And if they did decide to go, he was tempted to go with them, even though he knew he probably shouldn't.