The council agreed to hear him out.
Jason stood in the center of the chamber, his hands still bound in the suppression cuffs, his expression calm. The six council members had exchanged glances, whispered among themselves, and finally reached a decision. He would be granted an audience—but only when all ten members were present.
"Until then," the elven council member said, her voice cold and precise, "you will be imprisoned in the deepest cell we possess. The most secure location in the world."
Jason nodded slowly. "I figured as much."
The orc council member sneered. "You will be held with the most hardened criminals. Murderers, slavers, dark mages. The worst of the worst."
"That sounds cozy," Jason said dryly.
The council members did not find it amusing. Guards approached, their hands on their weapons, their eyes wary. Jason allowed them to lead him out of the chamber without resistance.
