I'll ask. That makes the most logical sense -- we don't want to lose the witches or doctors or seers. If we vote smartly this round, they're down to half their numbers and we can figure things out.

[Koby scowls a little, points a spoon at Tim menacingly before dipping it into the honey.] Shhhhhhush, you. You're gravely injured, don't waste your energy teasing me.