Dean Chadwick Eddington left Jamestown with a chest of gold and a well rounded CV. Having been passed over for the Dean's position in Jamestown that he had worked so hard, written so many papers, gone to so many pretentious lectures, and had smiled so pleasantly for, he was distraught. Then 6 months ago, the letter arrived. Sure, it took him some time to find Punto Sur on the map, but he would finally be "The Dean." Not only the Dean, but the very first Dean of the "Punto Sur Academy of Science." His anxiety that this was a gambit to remove him from the Intelligencia of Jamestown was certainly put at ease when he saw just how much he would be carrying along to finish the construction. "This new facility must be state of the art, and massive" he'd thought boarding the ship. And now, almost 6 months to the day since arriving in Punto Sur, he finally realized what his Professor of Chemistry had meant when he offered, "An opportunity to demonstrate the practical applications of chemistry as part of Oktoberfest." Dean Eddington was not amused.  Indeed the facility was massive, though "state of the art" may be a stretch. Regardless, apparently the "practical application of chemistry" was to convert "an academy of disciplined research methodology" into "some kind of public house!" This was egregious!   Such low brow entertainment... indeed it looked as if fisticuffs may break out amongst the Oleon and Corrington Soldiers, who were already trampling the front lawn, at any moment.  Returning back into his sanctuary, Dean Eddington found that not a student or faculty member was at work with the exception of a small adult education session. "Well thank goodness" the Dean sighed as he began to observe the lesson. Then only to realize the gentlemen in the black suit, who had refused to remove his hat indoors, kept making a mockery of the lesson by attempting to grasp his quill with his hooked appendage. Pushing beyond this distraction, the Dean finally realized that in fact the session was a crudely thrown together introduction to brewing and that at least the gentlemen in black and his lady companion were drunk at their desks.  Returning briefly outside to see the situation had gotten no better, Dean of the Punto Sur Academy of Science, Professor Chadwick R. Eddington II went back to his office, shut the door and muttered to himself, "I hate this place."  Licensed as a large educational build in Punto Sur.