Conradí never manages to get a proper vote on getting rid of taxes for delegates forever, which kind of sucks. Some of the nobles bring a proposal to make it so that all his great ideas for amendments have to go through a special committee picked by the nobles, and his amendment to make the nobles choosing who's on the committee pay each delegate that they don't pick a hundred gold gets shot down by the President for some reason, even though he's pretty sure people would have voted for that too. Still, he gets a lot of money from the stipend and the bribes, and he only loses about half of it making bets with other delegates. 

He goes home.

There's public executions, now, and he goes to watch a few, idiots stupid enough to stab a fellow worker during an argument or start rumors that the Lord Mayor's committing treason or burn down a rival's shop to stop him from stealing business. There's games, too, mostly volunteers, fighting lions and wolves and owlbears and all kinds of other beasts. There's gambling, and he manages to make some great money off people who haven't heard the last few pieces of news from the convention before the city catches up and he starts losing again. You'd really think that with odds this good he'd be making piles of money, but no, somehow he just keeps losing. 

The problem, he figures out eventually, is that he's bored.

It used to be that executions were different every time, designed custom for the criminal, so sometimes it'd be an impalement and sometimes it'd be fire and sometimes it'd be fire wasps eating a traitor from the inside out. Sure, now they're public again, but there's hardly any variety, and even when they do try to make them more interesting than just a beheading they can only do it in so many ways. It used to be that the people who ran the games would try to come up with all kinds of ways to spice it up, new rules and cooler monsters and all kinds of special events, like the time when they'd arrested a bunch of families and made them fight each other to the death. The people running the games now pretty much just have everyone fight wild beasts, and for whatever reason they make a cleric wait by the side to heal the fighters if they're still breathing, so there's barely even any drama to it. (The gambling is pretty much as good as it always was, he just doesn't like losing.)

The convention hadn't been boring, at least not most of the time. The speeches were different every day, and even if some of them were boring noble speeches just trying to show off how many fancy words they can say, some of them were full of great insults. You really wouldn't think that a great insult could come close to matching an execution, but that was before the executions started all being practically the same. 

Thinking about the convention gives him an idea. One of the delegates at the convention knew how real fights were supposed to work, and Conradí bets that he's running great games. He had an arena back in Ostenso, he mentioned it when he was trying to get people to vote the way he wanted. Conradí still has some money left over from the stipend, and it's definitely enough to buy passage on a ship. He'll have to find a new job in Ostenso, but he had to do that anyway, his old job wasn't about to hire him back when he'd been gone for several months. For the time being, there's a group of scholar types going around all the big cities paying any delegates who'll care to talk to them to answer questions about the convention. He tells them a bunch of amazing stories, which are even mostly true, and they give him a nice pile of cash.

He gets himself tickets to the games in Ostenso.

The first time he attends there's a dinosaur. The second time there's fighting on a giant wooden structure that gets lit on fire partway through. The third time there's a whole set of events themed around Iomedae, complete with an Asmodean cleric getting ripped apart by lions.

Life is good.