Inquirer: Delegate, might I have a moment of your time?
Amadeu Moles: Ah? Perhaps, my time is less valuable at the moment than it would ordinarily be--what is it you need?
Inquirer: I'd just like to write up a quick profile of you as one of our honored delegates. Might I have your name?
Amadeu Moles: Amadeu Moles. Elected. I would advise you to be careful who you interview--I can't imagine the Queen isn't going to crack down some on the more inflammatory pamphlets after last night's horror, but I at least would be a safe choice, yes.
Inquirer: I'm relieved to hear it! How have you fared in that dreadful buiness?
Amadeu Moles: Oh, I left the city as soon as Select Wain gave her inflammatory speech. No good was ever going to come of that. I can only pity those who were less fortunate and had no such warning. I returned only when Her Majesty gave the order for delegates to report to the palace to be counted.
Inquirer: How prescient of you! Did you have reason to think you'd be a particular target?
Amadeu Moles: The thing you have to understand about the convention is that it is full of madmen. The Galtan archmage, in his deep republican eccentricity, chose not to filter any of the delegates for such basic traits as sanity, literacy, or even humanity. I of course have nothing to fear from a well-catechized, educated, sensible cleric of Iomedae, but... I'm sure that clericing Valia Wain was a good choice given the unfortunate situation in Pezzack, but it's quite unfortunate that after said situation was resolved she was swept away to the convention before the Church had a chance to mold her into a proper cleric capable of doing more good than harm in any other context.
Inquirer: And, given her state of education, you expected you'd be in danger?
Amadeu Moles: I was unwilling to chance it. Several other delegates far less qualified to be here than the Select Wain had become irretrievably hostile to me, and I was unwilling to wager my life that if they chose to accuse me before the Select that she would be amenable to reason.
Inquirer: So there've been some political daggers drawn even this early in the proceedings?
Amadeu Moles: Oh, certainly.
Inquirer: Might you be able to share some details?
Amadeu Moles: On the very first morning of the convention, one of the monsters the Galtan mistook for appropriate delegates called for mass-murder. Then a Calistrian suborned the Select Wain and set her on a lay-inquisition against the nobility. Then a Hellknight offended a duchess. Then someone beat a thirteen-year-old half to death in one of the committees.
Inquirer: A thirteen-year-old! Someone's assistant, or one of the young noble heirs?
Amadeu Moles: A noble heir, I believe, although I only have the matter secondhand and did not inquire too deeply.
Inquirer: I had heard that the President forbade even dueling; did he have any reaction to the beating?
Amadeu Moles: I suppose he must have! I haven't heard what it was, unfortunately.
Amadeu Moles: But I don't know that he would have been opposed; he seems much more against the concept of respectable persons putting their lessors in their places than in the reverse.
Inquirer: The reverse, as with the call for mass murder?
Amadeu Moles: Precisely.
Inquirer: And when you say a Calistrian "suborned" Select Wain, do you mean you suspect she's enchanted?
Amadeu Moles: No, no--well, I don't have any specific reason to think so--I simply mean that Select Wain, given the Infernal conditions in Pezzack and her role in opposing them, is unusually susceptible to prettily-veiled exhortations of wild vengeance from a priestess of Calistria.
Inquirer: There's at least one other Select delegate, do you know his stance, his relationship to Wain...?
Amadeu Moles: I've heard that he was murdered last night, by the mobs.
Inquirer: Oh no. Can that have been an expected outcome?
Amadeu Moles: I think that when a riot happens, no one person can expect to survive except by not being there.
Inquirer: That's a very sage observation. But circling back to you, where were you elected from? What do you think those who cast their votes for you would think of all this?
Amadeu Moles: I was elected by the communities on the river Adivian, just north of here, to protect their economic interests. I suspect that those who voted for me would be horrified to hear of the unrest and glad that they aren't even closer to Westcrown.
Inquirer: What are the economic interests particular to the region?
Amadeu Moles: Much of the wealth of the region centers on river commerce, particularly in the towns of Westpool and East Rikkan. I think the greatest success I could possibly achieve would be if it were possible to restore the Third Stavian Arch.
Inquirer: Ambitious! Thank you for taking the time to speak with me, Delegate.
Amadeu Moles: You're welcome.
Inquirer: Delegate! A few questions, sir?
Andreu Drevnic: I am no knight, friend, but a common man. To whom do I speak?
Inquirer: Just an ordinary citizen of Westcrown trying to learn more about our fine delegates and their work. Might I have your name?
Andreu Drevnic: I am Andreu Drevnic.
Inquirer: How did you fare in last night's unpleasantness?
Andreu Drevnic: I was unharmed, by the mercy of the Dawnflower.
Inquirer: An unusual choice of divinity on this continent; how did you come to Her?
Andreu Drevnic: She came to me by Her grace when I knew only Asmodeus, and She showed me what was beyond Asmodeus, in the world. And that was enough.
Inquirer: Are you saying you had a vision?
Andreu Drevnic: I am.
Inquirer: Are you at liberty to say more?
Andreu Drevnic: I was a teacher of students, like so many others. That is to say, I spent my time beating and whipping children if they did not mouth the correct words, and one day after my work the vision came, and Sarenrae opened my eyes to what I was; to the evil in my heart - and to the goodness in the world. Asmodeus has claimed the hearts of the people of Cheliax; he has not claimed the sun and the stars, the blue sky or the green grass or the brown trunks of trees. He did not give you your hands that grip and grasp so well, did not give you cooling water or the the warmth of the hearthfire. This I saw through her guidance, and then Her hand passed, but the knowledge She gave me remained: We are evil, but there is something that is not.
Inquirer: That's very profound.
Andreu Drevnic: She is a goddess.
Inquirer: So I'm given to understand. And this presumably affected your career?
Andreu Drevnic: I spoke Her word to my neighbors, and we killed our priest of Asmodeus and many others and readied ourselves for war, but by the generosity of the archmagi we were spared the fate that must have followed.
Inquirer: Many others?
Andreu Drevnic: Many other priests of Asmodeus.
Inquirer: Where in the country do you hail from?
Andreu Drevnic: Benifallet, in Ravounel.
Inquirer: And do I guess correctly that you were elected?
Andreu Drevnic: You do.
Inquirer: What do you think the people who voted you into your seat would have to say about the proceedings so far?
Andreu Drevnic: That events occur much faster in the city than they ever do at home.
Inquirer: It's been a whirlwind. Thank you for sharing your vision with me, Delegate Drevnic.
Andreu Drevnic: You are welcome, friend.