"I'm ready."
Lucian turned to look at the man he had come to collect. He almost laughed out loud at the look on his face. From his expression, he could tell that the man, Nickail Galanis, somehow thought that he was in trouble. His eyebrows were furrowed, his eyes squinted, and he was biting his lip. Adding in the fact that one of his hands kept playing with his robes while the other was clenched, it wasn't too difficult to tell. He almost smiled at him again. He hadn't been too sure of what his vote would have been before he had met this... Nickail, but now he was.
