"And do they respond well to your oversight?" Palamedes asks, his voice laced with sarcasm. Now, he's thinking less of the Houses as a whole, and more of the Sixth in particular. Since he rose to the rank of Master Warden at the age of thirteen, he has been attempting to manage a space station often fueled by too much intellect and too little sense. Necromancers of the Sixth tend to steer away from work that Palamedes would consider ethically dubious, thank goodness, but they're still an intransigent, navel-gazing, and altogether too argumentative bunch.