They lined up at least twenty people long at Finn's office.
Government officials, pen-pushers, secretaries with clipboards, and well-wishers.
He'd never realized exactly how much bloody work Congressman Beast actually had to cope with as Adjudicator, Inverness.
Now that he'd been named Beast's replacement Adjudicator, he was swamped.
A half full flagon of Black Ale sat room temperature and untouched on his desk, half buried in papers and requisitions.
Somewhere in that morass was a bottle of whiskey, unopened.
Unshaved, and getting grumpier daily, he looked up with every knock on his door, hoping against hope that a friend or fellow Congressman might be there to share a pint and some whiskey with, rather than this endless snake of needs, wants, disputes, and complaints.
And he'd come here to celebrate his new post...
not drown in it.