Saffron sighs, shaking her head as she watches people desire to pick off their fellow peasants. "We will all know, one way or the other, who is who. In the end, either the peasants will have their homes, or the wolves will have us all."
"The evidence you hold against me is simply that I did something I never should have, ate some plants. And the evidence you hold against Trieste is that she received votes for Sheriff. So did Marguerite, and so did Kipoc. You are not try to off them so quickly."
"My neighbors, I prithee... think before you vote."