As Cloris escorted a drunk and blind Amy out of the room, politely smiling even as Amy stumbled and hit every corner of the room, Ektolaf Morad looked at the two responsible for her state.
"I will call Moira first," he said, "and then you two will explain yourself. Meet me in my office in fifteen minutes."
He turned on his heels and left the room. Martinus, who had a big spot of gravy on his trousers tried to clean it, but it was stuck.
"The bathroom is right there," Azrikam pointed. "You can try washing it off. You won't be presentable, but you can look better."
"What will he say?" Martinus asked.
"He'll be furious we didn't ask him," Azrikam said. "Because he wouldn't have allowed it. We'll just have to listen him yell. But he'll come around, eventually. When he sees this was the be
