She finally left, and Mordi breathed a sigh of relief. Until she came back with a beefy guy who looked concerned. Great. Save the Council one headache and get committed. He should have just said to hell with it and let the Mortal Liaison Office deal with the fallout.

"So Chance tells me you've gone insane," the man said. He picked up an application, read it quickly, and turned to Chance. "I'm not sure if Simon is creative enough to come up with a name like Mordichai."