The meeting resumed after the disturbance in the observer gallery.
It took nearly fifteen minutes for everyone to return to their seats.
Not because the argument between William and Zero had been particularly serious.
In fact, compared to the issues being discussed inside the assembly, it had been completely irrelevant.
But people were still people.
And people were naturally more interested in an unexpected confrontation than in a paragraph concerning border inspection regulations.
The observers whispered among themselves.
The representatives exchanged glances.
The guild masters occasionally looked toward the entrance where William had disappeared before returning to the main table.
Even the retired veterans seemed to have taken notice.
The old SS Rankers had been sitting in silence for most of the meeting.
They had listened to arguments concerning the treaty.
They had listened to the Authority.
They had listened to the Church.
They had listened to the War Council.
