"…The ship that you brought ought to have been manned by more men, I am told," the clerk said. "I wonder, did something happen to the rest of your men? You certainly seem to be in quite the state. There must have been a conflict of some sort. Whose blood did you spill?"
"Yarmdon blood," Vol said.
"Can I be certain of that?"
"You can be," Penelope said. "He did it on my behalf. I owe a great deal to him."
"…Under normal circumstances, I would turn you away. Your arrival is far too suspicious a one. I would not bear the burden of having granted you a license, only for you to turn against your future employers, and rob them instead. However, with Lady Farseer here, we are presented with another option. She can act as your guarantor, and the reputation of the Farseer House will be put at stake, in order to ensure the people of your trustworthiness."
"If that is an option, I would like to take it," Penelope said quickly. "Whatever it might take."
