Chapter 16 - Rally23 Trimont, 308 (Matersday)
Morgan Mainsteer ascended the steps of the makeshift dais and surveyed the crowd before him. Daylin gave him a count of two hundred seventy-six in attendance, but a few more wandered up even now, whether they intended to attend or not. He was willing to bet his year's worth of distilling that he would top the three hundred boasted by the news article. Applause greeted him, to which he waved, then gestured for quiet.
“Thank you. Thank you, I appreciate your enthusiasm. Good afternoon. I am happy to see so many faces here today. Some of you may have already made up your minds about the subject I am going to talk to you about today. However, I know many of you have not. I hope I can offer evidence to lead you to a decision. What I will offer you
