The audience had doubled.
Meren counted from the respondent's table — a habit from the lab, where imprecise numbers were a symptom of imprecise thinking. Four hundred and twelve, give or take the people standing against the back wall who kept shifting positions and made the count unreliable. The Grand Hall's seating capacity was three hundred and twenty. The overflow was standing, leaning, pressed against columns with the specific patience of people who had walked across Ashenveil to hear a debate about whether measuring a blessing was heresy.
