A group of old men convened in a grand hall that resembled a banquet setting. They had been at this for months, literally. The discussions never made any progress. It was unknown if it was their ego, their love for the land or just pure hypocrisy, but they never came to any consensus.
The tension filled the air as they engaged in more heated discussions. Voices fluctuated, with arguments and counterarguments flying like arrows across the room. Customarily reserved for celebrations, this hall now experienced this empty intense debate.
"How can we trust a mere bookkeeper's claims?" one Elder exclaimed without addressing Brian by his name. He struck the table loudly. "We demand more concrete evidence!"
"How many times are you going to be asking the same questions? Of what use will it be for Brian to lie to the council and the people in this room?" Another asked,
The third person to speak up seemed to be marked by age and wisdom, replied,