A low murmur of agreement rippled through the room after Nymera's provocative words. It started with a few uneasy glances, then grew into bolder statements, as the powerful figures in the Hall found their voices.
"She's right," one of the merchant lords sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. "You sit there, acting as if you're better than us, yet you built that medicine empire during a time of crisis. Shouldn't you be out there helping?"
Another elite, this time a lady draped in jewels, pointed an accusing finger. "All your words, but where's your action, Evangeline? You're quick to judge, but what are you doing about this?"
A few others chimed in, emboldened by the accusations.
"Why lecture us, Evangeline? Didn't you make a fortune off the suffering of the poor?" one barked from the back.
"Your business has been booming. Shouldn't you be the one saving the city, given how much you've gained from it?"
