Chapter 19
“Ridiculous,” Vice-chancellor Roy Garmain slammed his hand down on the turtlewood table to emphasize his outburst. “Through the center of New City!”
The council room echoed with the sound, the boom bouncing off the large, brass-framed windows, rocking the overhanging crystal chandelier, and upending Professor Hendrick’s wine glass to spill over the man’s meticulous scrawl of the meeting’s minutes. The professor cursed, jumped away from the offending liquid, and snatched away his pink soaked papers. Ulanain watched with detachment, the hangover that hounded him, not even registering the sound as it could not have possibly been made worse.
“Roy,” the stand-in for Mr. Dobid Chapman, Mr. Fern Goldo, said as he tried to help the professor save his notes. “This is a council meeting
