Nolwenn Drochnós of the Tribe of Cavan. Polis, Spíti tis Fýsis.
I nodded, biting back a comment, that we were Selkie - handling animals was a second nature to us. There was no need to antagonize the man, who only meant well.
"Thank you for the warning.", I said and took the keys, made a small bow, "We'll be off, then."
And that we were, the key to room 403 going to Iuna. We had wanted one four-bed-room, but Dad had convinced us to take two two-bed-rooms, so we now had the arrangement, that I would share a room with Deirdre, who was seething with rage at being treated like a child. She wanted to punch that man in the face, I could see it in her eyes as she had a dangerous smile on her face.
Iuna and Cao would share the other one.
One elevator ride later, we stood on the fourth floor, right out of the elevator.
"Crew Assembly.", I ordered to my three girls - we were a tank crew, after all, and then entered 402.
Aurora Alce. Port of Polis, Traveling.
We were not about to get it on, as the saying went, not only because my boss was still on an anaphrodisiac agent, but also because the back of a rickshaw was not exactly the place I hoped to seduce him. Still, the man's slightly panicked-sounding expression was a good reminder, that we had an audience.
Having settled in, and with my boss smiling a nervous smile, I replied: "From Lutetii. A Confederation of City-States. Most likely never heard of it, we tend to keep a low profile!"
To be honest, I had been a bit surprised at the man at the passport control knowing what the Style of the Winged Lion was... but that was for thinking about another time.