Before the noon bells rang across the valley, Marrick arrived at the registry desk carrying a polished ring of brass keys.
The administrator laid the brass ring onto the scarred counter between the posted rate books and the civil seal record.
"The eastern manor has four repaired guest chambers, a private courtyard, and ample quarters for embassy attendants," Marrick announced.
"A residence equal to your high rank would honor the Alder provincial mission properly," the clerk added with formal deference.
"The manor features reinforced stone foundations and high walls that keep common street traffic far away," he continued smoothly.
Hajin sat quietly on a stool near the desk, watching the exchange without offering any immediate direction or interference.
Eirwen stood across the counter, leaving the key ring completely untouched on the varnished surface between them.
