I asked for more time before I asked what a complaint would cost him. That order mattered to me. I wasn't sure it would matter to anyone else.
The examiner sat behind the same desk I had seen during the briefing. A short stack of completed forms occupied one side. On the other, a student's wrist support held down a page while its owner argued with the clerk about a missing household record.
"A copy is enough," the examiner told him. "You don't need to bring the original across the city. Have the office attest it."
The student stopped arguing long enough to understand the easier answer. He left with the address written beneath his appointment.
I took his place.
"Lord Cedric. Tomorrow morning."
"That's what I wanted to discuss."
