"Damn it! We still have to wait in line. Those pestering old men." I growled. "Oh well. Ten people aren't bad. How much is the registry?"
"About that? For us, two hundred Spirit Coins, and for 5000 people 500,000 spirit coins. And…"
"Forget it...I'll have the woman up there explain it." I placed a hand on Shane's shoulder.
I knew Shane was tired but appreciated that he didn't complain. After leaving the Inscriptionist Palace, I realized that first light wasn't as close as I had thought, meaning Shane was losing out on a lot of sleep, and if I knew my Legionnaires, which I do. I know that they're up and about because I, their leader, was up and about. That's what years of war and rigorous training do to people. Even when it's over, the functions stay on.
Shane was about to tell me that he was fine, but a sudden commotion at the gate's attracted our attention. Stepping out of line, I figured a show would be an excellent way to pass the time.
