"Of course. Papers, please." The receptionist smiled while nodding politely, inwardly wondering how long it would take for the scenery to bore the guests as much as it did her.
'Tourists are all the same. Let's hope they at least give good tips-' Urta's train of thought derailed when she saw the titles and the last name they bore.
"Great Mage Verhen? Both of you? That Verhen?" The receptionist blurted out in surprise, forcing Solus to Hush her.
"Yes, that Verhen but please, keep it to yourself. We don't want trouble."
"Are you kidding me? Who would ever dare give you trouble? You are the legendary Golden Knight! If not for you, my brother would have died in the battle for Belius. As for you, I thought you were a man." Urta looked at Tista's voluptuous chest in confusion.
"Is the situation in the Kingdom so bad that you have to wear such an elaborate disguise, Magus Verhen?"
"That's my brother!" Tista said in embarrassment. "I'm Tista Verhen."
