Rodnir clenched his teeth. "Is there a particular reason why we need a permit? We're not traders; we're a royal envoy. Can't you see the emblem on our carriages?"
The guard shook his head. "No means no. We only recognize the emblem of Grazier here. Every royal envoy who comes through and wishes to come through knows about this rule. We're not making way for newbies. Now, move it."
"I knew it. Stopping here on a whim is a waste of time." Rodnir sighed and looked at Fenris. "Forget about sightseeing. Let's just return as fast as we can. We don't need to deal with this permit nonsense."
"…maybe somebody caused chaos before. You can't blame them, I guess." Kanaru only glanced at the shimmering light he could see peeking from the tall gates. "I'm sorry for the trouble, Rodnir."
