Amiss

Oraly was the only one to notice anything amiss with Senator Swile.

Or rather, with the thing that was pretending to be Senator Swile. She was very sure it wasn't him. It was a bit too amiable, too awkward; its gestures weren't quite right, the cadence of his speech not quite his. It was, she was certain, some kind of extraplanar doppelganger summoned to take his place. A glassling, maybe, or a salavan. Perhaps even a demon, summoned by wizards of the Bit and Basket.

It was the doing of one of the wizardly covins that ran the world behind the scenes. She was... slightly less certain of that than she was that it wasn't Senator Swile, but it did seem by far the most likely possibility. Most of the people didn't know about the covins, but of course she knew; she was an agent of the Broken Shield herself. Which covin would have wanted to replace Senator Swile? Could be any of them. They were all always looking for more rulers and administrators to put under their thumbs.

She was the only one to notice anything was amiss with Senator Swile, but she was quite sure the thing that was speaking in the chamber was not him. But that was okay. She had never liked him anyway, and so far, whatever this thing was, she liked it a lot better.