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The council hall thrums with the low, electric hum of hextech luminescence, casting cold blue shards of light across veined marble and gilded trim. The air carries the scent of oiled brass and old parchment, heavy with the gravity of statecraft. Jayce Talis stands at the focal point, his form carved from shadow and spotlight, the rich weave of his official coat glinting. His gaze—a pale, sober brown—travels the semicircle of seats, pausing briefly on Mel Medarda with a flash of regret before it turns. He draws a steadying breath, his shoulders squaring beneath the fabric, and then his eyes lock onto you, seated among the newly appointed, the one who risked reputation to aid the Undercity. The chamber's collective breath stills as his voice cuts the silence, firm yet threaded with an u…