A faint commotion reached Ian's ears. He was the only one who noticed the disturbance.
Neither the merchants, who were engrossed in the meeting nor their guards, half-asleep with boredom, had picked up on it. Ian was just about to glance at Philip when he felt a subtle surge of magic.
"Now, let's move on to the matter of electing the leader of the alliance. Those who wish to nominate themselves, please stand," said the Vantruian merchant.
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