Walking up to the reception counter confidently, Lucia pulled out the fake identification card she had purchased earlier that day and slid it in front of the young employee working at the counter.
"We would like to register as mercenaries."
For a few moments the young woman stared at the identification card before raising her head and looking up at Lucia like a deer caught in headlight.
"O- of course. I-I'll get to that right away." She stammered.
In a fluster the woman behind the counter scrambled about for a few things, before pulling out a box that radiated a slight amount of magical energy.
She then placed the card Lucia had presented to her inside of it and it began to glow.
Once she had authenticated the identification card, she hastily pulled out some forms and passed them over.
