"Most cannot speak Chelish."

"There are kobolds in the forests who hunt their food. You could move to a forest if you wanted to. But it would probably be hard to adjust, I don't know what your life is like right now."

"Right now I am a delegate!"

"I mean the other kobolds. I haven't been to where you live and I don't know how different it is from a proper forest," Feather explains. Talking to very different creatures with varying takes on language is totally within her skillset!

"I would like to come up with a definition of citizenship that isn't just a list of races, and makes provision for someone who wasn't previously a citizen to become one, but that seems likely to take a while and many of us have other committee meetings to attend. I move to adjourn until tomorrow."

"I support the motion."

"That sounds good to me. I think we've made good progress!" Which is to say, progress towards Good.

Clap clap!

King Drum Thornfiddle gleefully bangs his overly large clockwork gavel. A door opens and a little bird emerges and says, "I now pronounce this meeting adjourned."