677 The Dandolo

In the venerable Senate room, where the echoes of ancient debates lingered like whispers on the gilded walls, the day's assembly drew to a tense close. The air was thick, charged with the residue of fervent exchanges and the heavy breaths of fatigued senators. Tall windows threw shafts of fading light across the chamber, casting long shadows that danced upon the intricate frescoes and opulent decorations that adorned the space.

Abdullah, maintaining his composure amid the palpable strain, addressed the Serene Doge with a refined clarity. "In actual fact, I am not accusing anyone of anything. Instead, I am here to present the truth and my reasons. You see, Serene Doge, this should be a conversation between gentlemen." His gaze then shifted pointedly to the senator who had disrupted the proceedings. "But this conversation is being marred by some... who seem unable to contain themselves."