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[Drayden Calamyr]

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Drayden walked down the streets of Britain. At this hour things had quieted down. Most of those who attended the Great Debate had dispersed by now and this left the city in an uncomfortable quiet.

The event had gone quite well, minus someone who appearantly thought it would be funny to set an explosion in the midst of it. Ironically, it was rather late, considering most of the nominees had already stated their stance on the issues and things were winding down.

The dark elf murmured the words "Kal Ot Por" to carry himself to his waterfront home, far north of Britain.

This was indeed a time of new beginning. Those present represented their affiliations extrordinarily, despite those who were intent on disrespecting the event as a whole. Some of them the nominees themselves.

His home was dark and quiet. Finally, some peace and quiet. He moved quietly to his study area, as to not awaken any of the servants who had long since gone to bed. With a few words, Drayden lit the magical candles on the writing table, casting the room in errie flickering light.

His work was far from done. He still had a proposal to prepare for the nominees regarding the voting process that would be used. As well as preparing a brief summation of the topics discussed by each. Taking in a heavy breath, he dipped the quill in it's ink well and began writing.