Soren repressed another sigh at the red “pan-dah” not answering the question properly, but at least she answered where she was from. Lipadilugoto? He had no idea where in the Hells that was, and probably trying to get any more answers out of here would vastly lengthen his shift. Deciding to simply write the location and “merchant/nobility” next to the occupation, since she was clearly far richer than most beasts who wandered into the Imperium, he continued.
“Indeed, and to you as well,” He said politely responding to the greeting, “and do you know how long you will be staying here in the Imperium? Do you need any directions or advice as to where to go for accommodation?”
Hopefully, he could persuade her to go stay in Zann’s Backyard, the Trenches, or perhaps where should we feel most at home, the Insanely Rich Area. Not that there weren’t dangers there, but she would not get hurt, or, cause hurt there. Soren was not exactly an angel, but he did not actively seek for other beasts to get hurt, and tried to stop it when he could.
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Nodding, the bespectacled ferret wrote down both of their professions, oblivious to Kinza’s irritation. There were no red flags in their their demeanor, or their appearance. Many new foxes had past through this office in the past few years, what with the integration with Westisle and beasts seeking refuge, and they did not particularly stand out to him.
“And how long do the both of you plan to be staying? A short while, or a more permanent kind of situation."
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The white doe looked up, slightly afraid, at the much larger lynx, but seemed to relax when he explained his situation, carefully writing down his name and his his request. It was her first time meeting with foreign diplomats, but she had been trained well, or, rather had taken to her own training in addition to what she had paid for. She had a chip on her shoulder about all these vermin thinking she was not competent, and was determined to prove otherwise. Her eyes lit up at the chance.
“Of course, of course. We can make you an appointment to get all of that settled posthaste. Ah, give me a moment, would you?”
Taking the paper and hurrying to the back office, she quickly scurried to the top floor of the building with a window, and looked through the long looking glass set up there, towards the various ministry buildings. When a minister as present, a flag flew high above the building, and when they were not, it was taken down. It looks like...Misanthropy, War, and...she glanced up at Fort Ryalor...no, the Duke was not here either. She thought for a few moments, then nodded.
Misanthropy, I think, these beasts need to be verified and checked out to make sure they are not scammers before I send them to the Ministry of War proper or the other Ministries. Technically, I am supposed to send them to the Minister of Justice first, or perhaps Niceties, but they seem to be out at the moment.
Rushing back down the stairs, she opened the door to where the local Misertrosse gulls were posted, and handed over the form to them.
“To the Ministry of Misanthropy! Urgent!” She declared, then pulled a fresh fish from one of the barrels towards the gull as payment. The gull happily accepted his reward, then flew off to inform Dusk about the diplomat.
Finally heading back into the building, sweat on her brow, she gave the lynx a nod.
“I have informed the proper authorities of your arrival. They should be here soon. Ah, do you need anything? Some refreshments, drinks perhaps? A guide to our city and our Imperium?” She said, eager to please a possibly important beast.
