"Everything is in order." The Captain of the wall guards of Nestamaath said after checking the papers and the IDs to confirm the number and identity of the tourists that requested to leave the city by flight.
He was a man in his mid-fifties with thick mustaches and an otherwise clean-shaved face.
"It's just the two of you, right? Tista Verhen and Nyka Dragonborn."
"Yes." Tista gave him her best smile, instinctively hiding Solus' ring with her other hand. "Is anyone else leaving? You know, my brother has many enemies and I'm afraid that someone might try to ambush us the moment we leave the safety of your guard, Captain."
"Don't fret, milady." The man clicked his heels while puffing his chest out with pride as he checked the list of who would leave the city and when. "I can assure you that if anyone tries to follow you, I'll deny them permission to leave.
