The Speaker feels weak, but is thrust in front of a crowd anyway. It is his day, and his hour. He has support: some freely given, some less so.
The Speaker, usually inclined to the rational and analytical, is challenged to present a message that resonates with the deepest emotions of the audience, and “hits them where they live.”
The Speaker and the Lady are supported and amplified by the Priest, whose wisdom and benevolence are attuned to the influence of the most powerful spirit of the time, the Ancient Sage, who also supports the Host.
The Dark One can no longer derail the conversation, having lost much of his influence over Host and Speaker at the moment the Host convened the event. The Speaker, knowing what is at stake, speaks as well as he can.
Every guest is told exactly what they most need to hear, but many are distracted or bound up in their own fears, so that they mistake the benevolent message for odious propaganda.
The Warrior held the hearts and minds of the people, and left to his own devices, would have disrupted the gathering and interfered with his enemy the Speaker, but the Host has him in thrall, and reminds him of his real duty.
The Lady, now more attuned to the benevolent Priest than to her enthralled landlord, has conferred most recently with the Host, the Warrior, and the Ancient Sage, who wants everyone to proceed with care and not listen to the Warrior, so she supports the speaker; but it was a close-run thing.
It’s a wonderful thing that the malefics don’t like each other