Kain's gaze snapped to the buttons on his armrests and he realized that they must be the key to voting. Each one corresponds to the symbol on a person's seat. Each one representing a conscious decision to send someone else one step closer to death.
The realization sat heavy in his chest like a stone.
'So... we vote with the buttons. And the more votes a person gets, the lower their pedestal drops. How many times must you be voted against before you die?'
He glanced across the ring of thrones. The Eastern man, seated atop the boar-emblazoned chair, was now visibly lower than the others—maybe three or four feet closer to the waiting creatures below. His expression was a mix of confusion and horror as he struggled uselessly against his restraints.
If Kain had to guess, based on the drop from that single vote, ten votes were probably needed to be within reach of the creatures waiting below.
