The painting on the wall was an immaculately detailed part of the Council. It was beyond anything I knew, that you could open a portal through a painting, step through it, and then appear in another place so far away from where you stood at the present moment.

“My head hurts,” I said and poured myself another drink.

Gabe nodded and downed his glass. If we continued like this the both of us- or at least I- would be too drunk to be of any help to anyone.

Just when I ...