The vote continues much the same, all present know that this betrayal cannot be tolerated.  A slip of the tongue in the wrong area could cost any their lives, to think that one among them, not to mention one of higher rank, would sell them out was worse, were this the city government, it would be called treason.<br/><br/>The vote done, the sentence stated Amron steps forward again, looking at Kaiel he says quietly, though the edge of anger is still there, "Your choices have been foolish, your judgment for this is passed by this court, the one that you swore loyalty to."  Taking a dagger from his belt he sets it on the table, looking from face to face as he readies to spin it, "Your executioner is to be chosen as is custom, a spin of the dagger, my dagger, the one that will be used so that your blood is on my blade though not by my hand."<br/><br/>Spinning the well balanced blade on the table top, it makes it several times around the table before the point stops, all eyes on it as they look up and see that this duty falls to Duke.  Standing and walking around the table, looking down at the tied figure of Kaiel before him, taking the dagger from the table and holding it before him.<br/><br/>As he walks around behind the man he speaks quietly, but clearly enough that all hear him, "Though I believe that your transgression deserves a slow and painful death, I will be merciful and be quick, let your spirit know that it owes me a favor for that."  Taking a hand full of Kaiel's hair, he pulls his head back to expose the neck, lays the blade across it and looks to Amron.<br/><br/>Amron looks to each of the thirteen still seated, a quiet question, a last chance for reprieve for Kaiel.  Seeing none have changed their stance, he looks at Duke and nods.<br/><br/>The cut is swift and deep, Duke pushing the head forward to keep the blood from spraying the room, the form of the man jerks twice, then settles back against the bonds, the life draining from him to the dirt of the floor.  The knife is wiped on the victim and handed back to Amron who places it on the table before him, then leans forward and says, "Petras, the body will need to be placed at the edge of your district, lean it against the guards stand, let them know also that we will not be so easily sold out."<br/><br/>Looking to every one then he nods, "I will collect the calling cards, our business is done here, a lesson to remain vigilant."  Sitting down in his chair he settles in and looks drained, none of the others say any thing, though Fallar pauses for a moment to place a hand on his shoulder as he leaves, a quiet knowledge passing between that what must be done must be done.