They approached the front desk, behind which sat a slight young man. His overlarge ears, tipping out from the sides of his head, lent him an almost comical look.
“Excuse me?” Basha stifled her grin. She surmised that many had teased the young man about his ears. She could hear his tormentors now. “What are those for? Flying?” they might have asked. Or perhaps they’d suggested, “If you don’t have room in your pockets to store your things, you might use your ears.”
“Ahhh . . . yes, ma’am.” The clerk put down his book and brushed his clean, dark hair away from his sparkling brown eyes.
The Oathtaker read the name on his badge. “Jacob?”
“That’s right. Can I help you?”
She smiled. “We’re here to see to some duties for the first family. You might recognize Therese, here.” She gestured toward her charge at her side.
“Ahhhhh, oh, of course!” the young man exclaimed. He jumped to his feet, then bowed slightly. Standing straight again, he threw his shoulders back. “Welcome. Welcome! Ahhhhh . . . will you require accommodations?”
“Yes, thank you.”
“Well . . . let’s see what I can, ahhhh . . . find for you.”
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