Just like last week, the pile of votes appear in front of the Sergeant, who counts them with practiced ease. He stands up as soon as he's done, pausing for only a moment, before making his announcement.
[Okay, so there are more of these shadow-faced bastards. Good to know. Keith's going to pick up that unopened bottle of hemlock and throw it as hard as he fucking can at the bailiff whose face is still obscured in shadow. If he had any of his knives with him, he'd be flinging one of those instead, but alas.
Maybe those rules should have been a bit more inclusive on who not to attack.....]
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Maybe those rules should have been a bit more inclusive on who not to attack.....]