"I believe I have done Good work, when Erecura was legal and other churches were not, and I expect the larger Lawful churches to do the same. But I need and want no support beyond keeping Erecura legal to worship for as long as she remains non-Evil; it's my duty to succeed on my own merits in any case."

"Mr. Drevnic, Aroden was not indifferent between Heaven and Hell. Neither, for that matter, is Abadar. There are many people whom the Judge calls Neutral that nonetheless hate Hell, and many gods too."

"'Virtuous Churches' is acceptable to me, and may the committee through wise deliberation establish which those are." She alters it on the page with a spell, even though this is an objectively silly use of a spell, because it's an obscure spell and it's worth impressing the wizards. "We have added a committee on slavery and altered the committee on influencing the virtue of the Chelish people; are there other proposals?"

"My proposal for trade and travel. I must believe this is as vital as any of that."

“No, seriously, why is the presumably-senior delegate from I’m-not-actually-educated-enough-to-know-where acting like she’s in charge and the Convention president is just some delegate, instead of the other way around?”

Alonso is familiar with the principle that if you act like you’re in charge and nobody objects other people will act like you’re in charge, and he doesn’t want human nobles to be any more in charge than they already are. And he’s a good person to stand up to them since he plans to flee the country when the convention is over.

"Hear, hear!" He has a deep, rich voice well-suited to projecting across the entire hall. "The Duchess de Chelam is not a true citizen of Cheliax born and bred, but a new-raised axiomite fresh come to the mortal world, and so has no greater right to speak than any among us who survived the horrors of infernal rule!" Dramatic sweeping arm motion!

"I recommend Axis over the Hell to which you are quite observably damned."

"A person cannot justly be accounted less Chelish for having been murdered by the agents of Hell!"

It's not that the halfling doesn't have a point; it's just that the Duchess of Chelam is his vassal and a far more desirable ally than an ex-slave or whoever this random adventurer type is.

"I propose," he says instead, "that the delegates be prohibited from slandering the citizenship of any other delegate. Her Majesty chose us for this convention, and addressed us all as citizens of Cheliax; let none of us doubt her."

“Agreed. The duchess is neither a less a delegate than the rest of us than any more.”

"The contributions of every person in this room are to be judged by their objective merit and not by the standing of they who proposed it, that being one of the animating principles of republicanism as we've been invited to practice it: were any of your contributions of merit they would be as worthwhile as an Archduke's. Do you have any?"

You know, she'd really expected that the six hundred people dragged here at archmage point would do less begging the archmage to be allowed to do fucked up social gladiatorial combat, and more, you know, trying not to be killed in fucked up social gladiatorial combat? Especially the people who should know that they'll lose any gladiator games where the weapon of choice is how prettily you speak. Then again, the first call was from a literal monster, who it'll be important to avoid if this comes down to actual gladiatorial combat, not that that's very likely with the archmage sitting there.

....really, given her knowledge of the Thanelands, middle schools, and preschoolers, she's suddenly not sure why she expected the government to do most of the calling for violence here. At some point she'll get it through her head that the desire to be given license to commit murder is a human universal.

"I will ask the delegates to please refrain from personal insults. Everyone in this room is a Chelish citizen – with the exception of myself – and, more to the point, an adult." 

Well, that's terribly vague, who knows what nobles count as a personal insult.

Well, not counting the onlookers in the visitors' gallery.

He'll wait until it's clear that everyone has stopped shouting insults at each other, and then—

"It seems to me that the matter of succession and inheritance among the nobility is of sufficient importance to merit its own committee, and not rightly grouped with any of the committees so far established. Our laws of succession, while certainly adequate for many centuries, have suffered many abuses under the Thrunes, and it seems imprudent to risk power falling into the hands of diabolists or the lawless merely because some such men have not been rooted out and disinherited. Likewise, I'm sure that those among the nobility recently returned to life would not wish to risk the disruption of a succession dispute should they die irrecoverably in the course of their duties before producing an heir. I propose the creation of a committee to examine the laws and customs of succession and inheritance in our many regions, and propose such alterations and clarifications as are necessary to safeguard order and virtue."

(This isn't how he normally talks; he stole some of the wording from Carlota's proposals, and is trying more than usual to present this as just the objectively reasonable course of action.)

These people's ways of doing things are so complicated. They should just do things like the Itarii and not fuss so much. 

"Seconded," says Berenguer-Aspex. "I also propose that another committee be established to carry out legislation to oversee the armed forces, and root out both the diabolic taint and rot of incompetence that has infected them during the Asmodean interregnum." And hopefully secure power over them for themselves, instead of for the Queen.

Blai always thought they compared pretty well to the other forts apart from the quality of adventurers they could attract. Though maybe it's an important military doctrine to attract high quality adventurers, in which case they were admittedly dreadfully below par.

Whispered:

"This is humiliating."

"Do you want Brastlewark free or not?"

"I want you to pick someone else as your pawn."

"Well, perhaps you shouldn't have spent the past week wandering around Westcrown acting like the worst gnome stereotype."

"I did not! I didn't once make anything out of clockwork!"

Speaking entirely out of turn, Levrolurment says very loudly, "I think we should have a different committee! About nonhumans! Because nonhumans are different from humans and we have different needs! And also I want to get to meet the strix and the kobold and everyone else who's here and talk to them about what kinds of governments they have and understand how they all work differently and it would be SO COOL."

"I second that motion." Hopefully he can persuade the various nonhumans to accept a reasonable arrangement whereby they govern themselves and don't govern humans, and also persuade the Queen to honor the ancient law that neither the dead nor the devils of Hell nor any creature of the Underdark be a peer of the realm. (Glancing around the room he sees at least one of each.)

... and make sure the definition of 'undead' is phrased in such a way that it includes the vampire-spawn without the Queen perceiving it as a threat, because most people here are going to have no idea that's necessary.