He hears the riots outside and ignores them.  He is not an evil noble nor mistakeable for one, nor boarding near one. The riots are probably not a loyalty test (or rather a test for obeying Select of Iomedae), burning down the city to sort the disloyal seems excessive even for archmages with spells to fix everything.  (NOT THAT HE IS QUESTIONING THEIR RIGHT TO DO SO AT THE QUEEN'S INSTRUCTIONS).  If there was or is a test to Select Wain's words it is probably interpreting them in a proper Lawful and Good manner, which means not rioting.

So Fernando is busy working on an elaborate proposal for Necessary Alterations to Monarchy (or whatever the full name was).  The Paladin canceled their committee meeting for the day, which is good, because Fernando is spotting a lot of small errors in his first attempt at a proposal, and he has even more ideas to add to it!  He's noticed some places he misused, or at least badly stretched, existing legal terminology... he'll just invent some new terminology.  And he is kind of irregular in his repeated insistence that the Queen retains various powers.  His next draft is systematic in preserving and even adding to her powers.  He catches a few other things.  Then he works on adding new ideas!  In particular he devises an intricately compromised judiciary (hopefully that doesn't offend the other committee, but it seems relevant to the monarchy).  He can make it have four division, just like the legislature he is proposing has four parts, one for each estate!

The screams and yells outside distract him but he doesn't have much he could do to help.  Hmm... just incase there is any check for Goodness after the night, he goes and informs the innkeeper he has two infernal healings to spare (using both one he prepared and his bonded object, he has been too busy with the convention to sell spells consistently).  Even without being able to sell the spells earlier, he is irritated at giving the spells freely, but he's given up on his usual scheme to get paid what he deserves, so he might as well get the Good points for them.  He goes to bed early and gets woken by the innkeeper twice to use these spells.  Luckily he is able to fall back to sleep promptly, so he'll still have spells tomorrow.

Lluc has been sleeping in a stable hayloft. It's cheap, he's used to it, and it lets him save most of what they pay him to bring home to his not-wife and the babies if he's ever allowed to go home. He hears some yelling but imagines it's a drunken party or something. He goes to sleep.

Kicharchu has a spot behind a rain barrel that he ("he" is the kind that doesn't lay eggs apparently) likes when he's not going back down into the sewers for the night. It's in an alley, and the streetlight nearest it is broken so his darkvision works great and humans don't use it during the night. He's been augmenting the niche: discarded pamphlets to insulate his scales from the ground, an inflated pig bladder he stole from some inattentive human children to use as a pillow, a stash of snacks he's saving for when the yellow coins stop coming. (The coins per se are kept on his person, tucked into different parts of his vest so they don't jingle.) It's the summer, so there's no need to get more elaborate about the sleeping arrangements; in the winter he'll go back down into the sewer where the temperature is always about the same but this is an easier and less messy commute for the time being.

A mob goes by and he wakes up and listens to them yelling, but even Share Language doesn't make half a dozen people shouting over each other easy to understand. When they've gone by he goes back to sleep.

Ester sleeps in the temple. She has a room to herself; it's small but there are more Pharasmin temples in the city and only the ones who are delegates really need to sleep in this one for the shorter walk to the hall. She's a very sound sleeper. In the morning just before dawn someone ducks in to wake her up and advise her on what spells to get today because apparently there was a commotion last night; indeed, once she comes out of her room, it's remarkably crowded in the sanctuary and there are a number of people wedged into unchannelable corners still bloody and bruised. Ester and a fellow who isn't chosen yet but wants to be a big damn hero fighting undead one day go out and find people who weren't brought in overnight; Ester's got a thing that only works on people who are trying to be dead and not on people who are merely beaten to within an inch of it. She runs it out and then goes back in to sort out the walking wounded as best she can.

Arlet considers joining a mob but her bad ankle's bothering her so she just tells them which way she saw the apparently-secretly-a-Thrune archduke heading after the first day. It probably won't even be useful, he teleported out the second day and must have someplace exciting to be.

Higini doesn't like mobs. It's unbalanced, a large group of individually powerless people coordinating to overturn an order wherein the few and the strong command the disorganized and weak. He kind of suspects they might be out in force tonight, so he complains several times in his landlady's earshot of a terrible headache, turns in early, and resolutely ignores the flickering lights and smell of smoke and distant hollering, though it keeps him up until midnight.

He falls asleep when he's confident that being ignored means that he has not been discovered.

Ruben leaves the city at the first sign of trouble, travelling with a pack horse loaded with saddlebags and another ordinary peasant-looking woman, for safety in numbers. They pick a village and tell the truth, except by omission- They heard there was going to be Trouble in the city, everyone should keep their heads down about it, can they rent a hayloft? They can. Grand. He sets up planks and rocks near the doors and windows so they'll make a racket if someone comes in, and peers at the sudden rainstorm and fires in the distance, and considers himself quite wise to have just walked away.

She makes it out of the city with a peasant man who had the bright idea of buying a packhorse and not standing out.  She already had a good, dinner, maybe almost too much to eat, so she offers one of her pastries to Oriol.  They find a hayloft to rent.  It takes a while for the coffee to leave her system so she can sleep, and she sleeps uneasily when she does, but she isn’t dead yet.  She wonders if they are supposed to show up the next morning or if the convention is over now.

Alonso is exhausted from the committees, and goes to his small rented room directly from the convention, and then falls asleep early. He dreams of his hometown aflame, the smell of smoke and the sounds of innocent screams, and tosses in his sleep, but he has had this nightmare many times before, and used to it, he does not wake. 

In the morning he hears the news, and wishes he had been there to do something, tho what he could have done is unclear. At least now he can help move bodies, and sift thru the wreckage of burn houses, and then it is time to head to the palace and see what will happen today.

Remei is on tolerable terms with the countess of her area; they're about the same age, and when the count's family swung by to check on Remei's father's barony, they got along well as girls, with all the legitimate baronial children ten years older and mostly boys. The county is in fairly tight financial straits, and Remei offering to pay for half a room at a decent inn worked out for both of them, provided they make it look like they are face-savingly, un-Asmodeanly, the best of friends. (They get along. That is not the same thing as being friends at all. But if Remei makes good on the Succession committee's rulings, she'll have a claim to the barony that her not-friend can back without herself looking ridiculous, and maybe by then they can be friends.)

They stay in and play cards. Nobody has paid particular attention to the countess.

If you don't know how archdukes are allowed to dress and their marks of rank you might not notice, as Jilia Bainilus walked by, that she was more than a Countess. The pageantry in being Lord Mayor was never actually focused on her, and it is much easier to get the populace of a city going along with you when you look only a little bit above them; a Baron would be ideal, but that would risk someone actually censuring her for lack of Pride so she stuck with a relatively conservative, restrained Countess, and she hasn't changed that since she was elevated to Archduchess except in the most necessary ways. Everyone among the nobility already knows who she is, and she has no one to impress but the Queen.

Her lodgings in Westcrown formerly belonged to a cloth magnate who has been ruined by fabricate and the currency problem, who lost the only heirs he was on reasonable terms with in the war. If she remembers right he sold the last of his assets and left the country to join a monastery. It has space for her bodyguards, another security team, and space for a dozen clerks and laundry wizards who can make pamphlets to work, if she wants it, which she expects to if the convention lasts months and probably even if it lasts weeks. It's deep in the merchant's district and not particularly impressive on the outside; she bought it outright and is still having damage from the Tarrasque and the occasional riots since then fixed. It has a serving staff of five, though it would be fine with three.

It is not principally chosen for not being an attractive target for riots, but she has seen bread riots in her career and it did register as 'probably a solid choice from a riot perspective'.

One of her security people is watching on a high balcony and sees torches moving shortly after sunset. He immediately puts the house on high alert, and plans to make a counter-wave of pamphlets are suspended. They arcane lock the doors and gather everyone within range to evacuate by teleport if necessary.

But the closest mob spotted turns down a different street two blocks away, and when the mage's decree comes and then the unnatural rainstorm breaks, her security tell her to get some sleep. They'll keep watching, but they got passed by.

Out over the river, past the city walls, it doesn't draw too much notice to seek a place for one person and one goat. It is a very long walk; today Xavi left as soon as his stupid committee meeting finished, shuffled unobtrusively through all of the everyone else moving around.

The fires aren't visible from the last stall of the barn; the smoke blurs into the night sky. The first they hear of riots is an archmage's order to stop them. Then come the rains.

He hugs Kasidra and patches up a drip in the wall and thinks about running away. Not on a boat to Andoran, now, but inland.

Josep knows how to recognize the signs of a city about to explode. Getting out of the city and never coming back is not an option this time, so he makes sure his lodgings are stocked up on food and water, draws the curtains shut, and settles down to wait.

He's rooming with three other elected delegates, one also from the Hellcoast and two from the Heartlands. They have a good hearty dinner, seasoned with complaints about Valia Wain and her ilk, and are several wine bottles into a good night of drinking by the time the rain starts and the distant shouting quiets down.

Aspexia del Mar has her own house with her own servants. It's not a very large house or very many servants, but it's still hers.

And, of course, it's near her cousins! So she just gets evacuated by them and then hangs out in the palace not having any trouble, and is completely fine during the riots. Success!