Can we see your identification?” “You don’t need to see his identification.” The guard blinked. “We don’t need to see his identification.” I smiled gently. “This isn’t the maid you’re looking for.” He eyed Alex, eyes narrowed, then looked to his companions. “That’s not the maid we’re looking for.” “We can go about our business,” I added. The guard stepped back after giving the merchants and the limpet back their papers. “You can go about your business.” “Move along,” I muttered. The guard waved us on. “Move along.” The carriage rolled on past, unencumbered by any bureaucratic
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Wow.. ok then. That happened
