The elegant chair sighed, considering the posts that stretched before them. there was not much to go off, considering the strange way that it's peer's spoke. Tiki though, the chair mused, was getting better at communicating with pictures. The chair felt disinclined to be suspicious of Tiki, in part because of Sammiya's point that the visual nature of Tiki's... speech... was a very obvious thing to give to a mafia member.
The Chair sighed again, the weight of the world still upon its trembling back. Thankfully, one glorious day without sweaty bottoms had graced them and the chair felt more aware, more thoughtful, and less smelly.
All of these positives gave way to the harsh reality that the chair was just that: a chair. There was nothing inherently different about the chair from any other chair, aside from perhaps its ability to feel unfathomable sadness and the strange vocalizations it could produce. So, not much, all things considered.
"Well," the chair began, "I think that... it is somewhat suspicous that Rasei immediately jumped on the no lynch, which is highly in the mafia's favour at this point. We have no idea if there are millers within the game, and thus it is safe to assume that we have lost a member of the town. the potential ratio is looking quite grim, if there is more than one mafia member, which is likely."
The chair nodded to itself, in a chairish way. In reality, the chair itself did not move, but any beholding it's form had the distinct impression that the chair had, in fact, nodded in some way.
"therefore, I think it is reasonable to Vote: Rasei in the hopes that we can root out one mafia member."
The chair settled back into its position-- without moving, again-- and heaved a final sigh. The chair hoped that it would soon be found by the person they knew must be looking for them...