The Arrow runs the names through her head, committing them to memory. Samael of Mastigos. Campanella of Moros. Knot of Acanthus. Aurora of Thyrsus. And Sand of Obrimos.
"And so the sole member of a Path can ascend to authority. Or similar if the concillers were derived from an Order," Phoenyx says slowly. She shakes her head. "It is a valid concern, but we as Awakened should hold ourselves to higher standards. By tradition, it it the responsibility of the individual in that situation to act out of Wisdom and not self-interest, and the responsibility of the the others on the council to watch their fellows for the same. In turn, we should hold the Councillors to scrutiny and ensure their own Wisdon does not waver." She holds her red ink up to the light, examining it. "That there are Councillors of one Cabal... If they were to move a similar way each time then that is stagnation and would be a failure to act with Wisdom. Then they should rightly be challenged. But only time will tell if they are truly Wise, or motivated by greed and pride only. They are staking their very Wisdom on any action they take that enforces particular rule son this Concillium."
The Obrimos watches the Moros carefully. "I am not chosing to be ignorant of the situation. It clearly merits attention. Should a time come when this disagreement threatens to disrupt , I may be forced to act, or choose one of the sides you have presented. However I am an Arrow first. Politics... titles... To me, these are small matters, especially if the Seers remain nearby."