Maybe she should have accepted a duchy or whatever the others would have foisted on her if she'd let them.
"I regret not pushing back against the sortition idea harder, once it became clear that the delegates would be conscripts. Those who chose to be here - if they think participating isn't worth it, they can leave. I wouldn't be surprised if plenty of noble delegates did just that, after coming all the way here only to have a murderous mob sicced on them. Those, we might win back with promises of greater protections and stricter proceedings. But to take people unwilling and then tell them that their will shall be the foundation of the law? Why should they believe we have any care for their will?"
"Really there was no chance anyone raised in Infernal Cheliax was going to have any understanding of the concept of being anything other than a servant of Hell, and we should have waited a generation or two before trying anything. Bring up a new crop of Chelish citizens steeped in the new official line, and have them hold your convention."
She sighs. There's no use arguing about what they ought to have done. There's only doing what she can do right now, and that's focusing on this scry.
They should really make crystal balls that do greater scry. These things take forever.