Qwerty meep sauntered up to the door and saw people gathered around the door waiting to be let in. He curled his lip and edged around the crowd to avoid someone brushing against his new coat. He did not want to be here but if he was going to get that vote he needed to visit. He doubted that Winsting would want someone to send a go between to gain his vote. And he did not trust his inferiors to do the job right. He would go in, make his vote and leave. He wanted nothing to do with the crime lords of the city but it would have to be done. He settled into comfortable waiting position and resigned himself into waiting for the door to open and the bidding to start.