"You can ask around, and then you can rest assured."
"Here are our credentials."
Duva Gureggrevsky stuffed a bunch of items into the arms of the Hearthstone Witch standing beside Ivita. She gave him a glare. Was he treating her like a maid?
Wilson flipped through the credentials that Ivita had passed to him, then nodded at Ivita. "My lord, I've heard of the Quartermaster. His credentials are valid. We can trust him."
On the street, a smile appeared on Duva Gureggrevsky's face.
Ivita said to Duva Gureggrevsky, "We've had a good chat."
"I also trust your professional integrity."
"But how much are you planning to make out of helping us?"
