"Well! if it isn't my star miscreant--our own menace-in-the-making--pandemonium extraordinaire! Come in, Faen, come in." "You sent for me?" "More or less, yes. Less so than more, I'm afraid. It was your uncle. He wanted us to meet--though I'm sure you already knew that, having just come from him yourself. I took the opportunity to… Continue reading Part I: Peace Day / Chapter 18: Mischief Managed →