Lyarea turned her head slightly as a man in blue spoke up. It looked like he'd come to the same conclusions she had. He'd also put out the fire, to her relief. Apparently the Council members had planned for that too. 

[i]"I have no intentions of sitting,"[/i] a cold voice rang out. With a glance at the aisles, she realised it was the living sword. [i]"You kidnapped a girl and vandalized the play,"[/i] he continued. [i]"Not to mention the fire that could have hurt plenty of innocent lives. The fact that you think there is a single excuse for your actions is pathetic."[/i]

She was surprised. Whether the voices' description of him was metaphorical or not, she had not expected him to be bound by morals. 

"I agree," she spoke after him as clearly as she could. Two years of wandering had reduced her Vradi accent to nigh-unnoticeable faintness. "If you meant to gather us here for your own purposes, you should not have chosen such loathsome means. You may have made enemies out of potential allies."