The Vote - Part 1

"They do," Idris affirmed.

"Then what's the catch..? Am I going to get in trouble—er… would my wife approve of this? If I did as you do?" Blackwell asked awkwardly, feeling himself blush. He had to look away. Gods, he wished he could just crush all their heads with a mace. It would be so much easier. This was why he left the politicking to the women!

A small smile broke out of Idris' face, as he recognized that Blackwell was being sincere. "You need not fear, Gordry. With this, you will be eclipsing in one move years of politicking from your wife. We will be allies in this, as fellow Pillars. I look forward to working with you once more."

Blackwell seemed to perk up immediately at that. He nodded to himself once. "Yes. Yes… Yes! Alright. I'll do it. You've always been a straight shooter, Farley. Gods be thankful for that."

"Go," Idris encouraged him. "It is the messiest turn of events one could imagine, but it is an opportunity nonetheless."