In the midst of the slightly chaotic and seemingly unproductive discussion, a servant escorted a man into your meeting room. The man was of slightly above average height, grey brown short-kept hair and beard, and eyes that could pierce through you at 1000 paces. It was secretary Yuers, once known as Admiral Major Yuers in his golden years. He is a member of the royal cabinet, which was assumed to be destroyed during the smiting.
The nervous servant, who seems to have attempted to stop the elderly man, but failed, introduces him, courtesies, and leaves.
As respectful (or alarmed) members of the group rose, the man raised his hand and waved you off. Let us skip the formalities. I have come here to pledge my support to the most reasonable group vying for control of this country. He shakily gestures to the eight of you. He age is apparent in his body, but his mind is as sharp as a spear. I come with the full support of the army, and the remains of the government. We stand behind you.
Now this may come as a surprise to some of you, but really it should not. Have you noticed the paladins? They have not come here because of the smiting of the king. They have come because of what has been released. An evil has befallen this city, and it can no longer afford to quarrel over the spoils of the king's death. As such, I have come to tip the scales and return order to the bickering of nobles. The army, the city, and the bureaucracy are at your command.
That is, if you can agree to my demands. The shrewd old man smiles a smile that makes you wish you had known him thirty years ago. We demand but three things. First, a constitution. A written document outlining the powers of the oligarchy. Second, a set of parliamentary procedures that will explain to all how you reach decisions, and all that nonsense. And finally, that you take active steps in removing the evil that has been released.
It seems men are not the only beings with intervening angels. A monstrosity of unknown origin has crept into the sewers of this city. Already half the army has been defeated and we've learned nothing about it. It would seem that we can no longer afford to the aimlessness of these last two weeks. Do you accept my demands, mages of aerowell?