22 - Civics lesson and a lot of shouting.

I went downstairs from the Director’s apartment and made a servant fetch me that glass of wine, and a chair to sit in front of Raikas’s door. Tathanas would have vetted it. I sipped and made a face. It was a raw Kurkanian and I left it on the little hall table. I lit my own katzerik, reveling in the small freedom outside Jitzmitthra, tipped the chair back on two legs and blew a smoke ring up at