Mace sat at the table she'd set up in the greenhouse for the meeting of the City's Moros. After the complaints in consilium, she wasn't sure how the move would be received. But to her knowledge, there were no other place in the consilium that they could talk freely without risking being overheard. She didn't know what arrangements the other councilors had made, but she wanted to be able to avoid double talk, and she hadn't the expertise to guarantee privacy another way.
The greenhouse itself was devoid of decorations, the small buds of the plants starting to show in warmth of the greenhouse. Even if winter was still upon them, the buds were starting to show the fruits of their labor. Now if only the fruits of the Council's labor would begin to show. She went over her plan in her head again, preparing herself for the decision she'd made. It had taken a lot to come to this point, and it hadn't been easy. Now she just had to hope it would be enough.