The upper deck of the skytram stank like a farmyard.

Landholder Castelaine shrieked and was forced back into the doorway of the passenger lock as a startled chicken erupted in the air in front of him. He swiped at the creature with both arms, sending it squawking away in a cloud of feathers.

Castelaine rounded on his footman.

“Ashe, what the hell are you trying to do to me? This isn’t executive class. Have you checked the boarding passes?”