Ross couldn't help but grimace. He leaned carefully against the doorway of Ros' greenhouse, not wanting to disrupt any of her carefully-cared for plants.

"Unfortunately not so much," he said, "Even with the election scheduled, the Wizengamot is in a state of emergency." Ross had been nervously tracking the progress of public opinion since the Half-Breed Ban, certain that something was coming - and due to a tragedy of circumstance, something had.

"I think that several of the old guard are going to run."

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