“Mhm.” Without further comment, he stamped their passports and waved forward the next person in line.
The three traded curious glances as they left the customs house and headed away from the docks. “Shall we call a cab?” Toria asked. Within the past few months, Max had made her and Kane memorize the addresses of the Guildhalls in every major city, both on this continent and the old one. Even as journeymen, they had the right to rent spartan rooms in the barracks rather than pay for more expensive lodgings.
“No, wait,” Syri said. “I’ve got a better idea.” She snagged a passing dock worker, and asked whether a specific hotel was still in business. She lit up upon receiving an affirmative answer, then set off in a purposeful direction, Toria and Kane trailing behind.
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