"To the magistrate's offices," Penelope said. "I've explained to the guardsman what our intentions are. And for that, we will need certificates as well. If we can acquire a license of some sort, our business going forward will be much easier."
Half those terms washed straight over Vol's head. He'd never needed a license in his life for anything. Anything that he'd wanted, he'd either had to wait for, or he'd taken it himself. He certainly hadn't been to a magistrate's office either.
He wasn't quite sure what to expect. Somehow, even expectations seemed to be a waste of time, for whatever was going to happen, it seemed as if they were quite firmly caught up in an unavoidable flow by now.
