After a quick chat they settled on a time tomorrow to get things all legal. She asked to store her cart there to make her life easier, Ceisel had no issue with it and showed her a spot to store it out of the weather, just incase it rained before she could empty it out.
"Well Sunny looks like cart duty is over. I bet you're happy." She said as she took the harness off. "I do really appreciate it though" she said patting the horse's neck. "You are much more then a cart horse, much prettier that one too."
Sunblaze snorted and leaned into Sam affectionately 'I'm here for whatever you need Sam, never worry about that. And yes, I am much to pretty for a cart horse.'
Shaking her head she brought out Sunblaze's saddle and bridle and put them in place. She then went back to the cart and took out the incubator.
"I don't suppose I could leave this in the kitchen? Putting it alone in the stable seems…out of place." Sam asked Ceisel.
"What's that?" He asked looking at the strange device. Sam explained the purpose of the item and he was both shocked and delighted at seeing it. "Fascinating."
"Well my good deed for the month is done, best get back to the inn. Will you be staying with us a few more days until the old man leaves?" Red asked Sam.
Grumbling Ceisel turned to Red "I'll have most things packed up tonight. After we register the place in young Sam's name tomorrow morning, if that time is good with you Sam, then I'll be leaving in the late afternoon. It's not a far trek to my little girls place. I'll probably be there by the evening."
"Guess it'll just be one more night then Red, frankly I'm sad to leave that cooking of yours." Sam smiled, she took a silver coin out and handed it over. "Well, gentlemen, it's been lovely to meet you both. I have to go register myself and my beasties today so I'll be off."
She climbed up into Sunblaze's saddle. Tempy following along with Syn while Iggy draped herself on Sam's lap. Off they went back towards the main street and then up towards the A.H.A. inner sanctum.
Down the main road are shops of every kind dedicated to providing Adventurer's everything they needed. On one side it provided everything to go out adventuring with, Weapons, armors, Enchantments, clothing, survival gear, potions and charms. The other side provided everything they needed coming back, healers, restaurants, inns, taverns, brothels hidden in plain sight under unassuming names.
These were of course the more expensive places to go. Places that dealt in a higher caliber of magic, that you paid through the nose for. Mostly they were for the nobles use, their prices were so inflated no run of the mill adventurer would visit, or be welcome. Typically you could find items close enough to their quality and at a cheaper cost outside the inner walls. Something with a +8 to strength instead of a +10 but for hundreds of silver less.
The buildings had a uniform look to them. Like they were all made by the same person, maybe they were, but each held their own unique flair. The weapons shop may be the same shape and made of the same stone as the ladies boutique, but you wouldn't confuse one for the other. Besides the signs above the door telling you so or the view of the items for sale through the window.
The weapon shop was more austere and brutal. No extra flounce or decorative trimmings added. Where as the ladies boutique had a striped awning, delicate moldings added to the door and windows, flowers in sculpted pots, benches for weary husbands forced to tail along with their wives.
Closer to the actual Association building itself, were the more governmental buildings and the Guild halls of the big top three guilds. Everheart, Pheonix Blaze and The Guild of everlasting triumph which was a bit of a mouthful but not wrong with their steadfast placement in the guilds.
The place Sam was headed to, was in a building much like the others, only having that obvious government feel to it. Decorated in the city's colours of silver and green. Marked with the same emblem that adorned the A.H.A itself, a sword and staff crossed over shield.
Dungeon City Registration Hall.
A place to… well register everything. People, land, beasts, businesses, if it required registration it was done here. From the smallest market stands to the largest estates or even to the guilds themselves. If you wanted to do anything of significance in a city you needed to be registered. Villages were more lackadaisical with some aspects. Temporary permits getting around the need for full registration when you'd only be in town a few days, like in Crossroads village.
If Sam wanted to keep the plot of land and buildings Ceisel was giving her she had to be a citizen of Dungeon City. Thus the bureaucratic nightmare she was about to venture forth into.
Adjusting Iggy into her arms and climbing down from Sunblaze, she stood for a moment thinking about what she would do with her tames. Leave them outside? Put them all into their beast space?. She wasn't wasn't sure what the societal expectation was with beasts. Probably something she'd have learned in an academy. Shrugging her shoulders she figured she might as well bring them with her in their beast space since she'll have to register them as well.
"Jarvis will Sunblaze's saddle and bridle go with her or just, like, drop to the ground when I put her into her beast space?" She asked, better safe than sorry.
{"Only the beast themselves can enter. Well, a collar would stay, since it is on them the major of the time but armor would need to be removed. You can simply touch the saddle to send it to your inventory, no need for removal. However pulling it out to put back on her will require you to re-engage the straps."}
"Thanks" Sam replied touching the saddle and bridle, sending them to her inventory. She then sent Sunblaze and the rest to their spaces and walked through the front door.
The place had a fancy medieval DMV feel to it. Everything was made of either highly polished stone or wood. There was an information desk right at the front to direct patrons to the correct location, complete with a smiling receptionist.
On the brass nameplate in front of her read, Mysa Grell - Information and Front Desk Receptionist. She looked like the kind of person who was impossibly cheerful, yet aggressively efficient. Always greets you by name—even if you've never told her. Her desk is covered in pastel charms and stacked forms and information pamphlets. She had the voice of a field nurse and the memory of a divine-ranked scryer. Do not try to cut in line. The last person who did walked out with a [Compulsory Rescheduling Hex].
"How may I direct you?" she asked.
"I just arrived yesterday, I'm looking to register my citizenship? I guess you'd call it" Sam asked rubbing the back of her neck in embarrassment at not knowing what she was doing exactly.
"Ah, yes. Citizen registration can be done at any of the booths behind me. Just fill this out one of the tables running down the center aisle." she said sliding a form towards Sam.
"Thanks."
Sam took the form and made her way towards an empty space at one of the high wooden tables in the center of the room. Each had dividers that gave the illusion of privacy, a cup holding a few pens and a little desk calendar attached to the higher seperation along the middle.
She grabbed a pen and started to fill the form out. Or tried to but the pen didn't work. With a huff she set it down and grabbed another, then another when that didn't work.
"So any of these pen's work?" She huffed to herself grabbing another.
"First time here?" Said a voice beside her. Sam's first thought was 'seriously? A lame pick up line? Here?' she turned to see a man not much older then herself smiling at her frustration.
"Excuse me?" She asked, trying to rein in the frustration of her her voice and not succeeding as well as she hoped.
"Is this your first time registering somewhere? They use mana pens." He point to her discarded pile "You have to push a little mana into them to make them work. It's a security feature, so you can't lie" he finished putting his own pen back. She opened her mouth to ask how one does that when Jarvis spoke up.
{"Ah yes, apologies Sam. We haven't come across these types of devices for me to have warned you ahead of time."}
"Ahh thanks, that make sense." She turned back to her little cubbie and put the pens back in the cup only leaving one behind for her to use. 'so how do I do this?' she asked Jarvis mentally. Sure she could practically create something out of nothing, but a pen was beyond her.
{"Just think 'write' like you would when you use your item creation skill."}
'Simple enough' she thought. After thinking 'write' sure enough the pen started working. She started filling out the required information, pausing when she got to tier. She obviously couldn't write in what she wanted too. She had planned to pass herself off as a Blue Tier. She looked over at the booths people were lining up to and saw that once they entered a barrier rose to block sight and sound from what she could tell from where she was standing. Hoping for the best she continued filling out the form. She had to leave the address blank since she forgot to ask Ceisel what it was, but the rest she filled out. She put the pens back and then joined the queue for the next available booth.
Entering the booth, her barrier rose like everyone else's. She turned to look at the man in front of her. He looked like he had been doing this job for too long—and he'd tell you, whether you asked or not.
Late 40s, hair retreating from his scalp like it owes him money, and a mustache that twitched whenever someone lied (or breathes wrong). Dorran Quill wore the standard scribe uniform, though his sleeves were always rolled up and ink-stained, and his eyes were the color of overworked parchment.
He sat behind a desk stacked with forms, ledgers, and a crystal-linked registration console that he only half understood but guarded like it's his firstborn.
Dorran wasn't mean, exactly—just bitter, overworked, and highly suspicious of outliers. Especially ones that smile too much or beat his personal record for beast kills before lunch.
He's the kind of clerk who double-checks everything. Twice. Then calls over a supervisor just in case.
And yet—beneath the exasperation—he does his job well. The city's safer because Dorran's skeptical. He's flagged fake credentials, caught three saboteurs in the last year, and once spotted a cursed scroll embedded in a disguise spell. He may grumble, but he catches what others miss.
"Form" succinct and to the point. Sam had to give him props for time management. She hesitated for a moment then slid the paper towards him. That hesitation made his brows wrinkle. Typically honest people don't hesitate in his experience. He stopped reading after her age.
"You are required to register only after you've level ten" he said sliding the form back. "Come back then." He moved to disengage the barrier when she slid the form back.
"If you'd finished reading it you'd see that I have. Well I'm level twelve now, almost thirteen." She said
"Impossible, it takes at least four years to reach level ten, unless your parents are incredibly rich and can provide private tutors and your own arena, or you're especially gifted" he looked at her worn clothes. "I doubt you're the first one"
Sam frowned "Rude! I suppose I'm just gifted then." She tilted her head. "I did after all use your fancy pens and their infallible aren't they? Magiced to not work unless writing the truth? Which is plainly WRITTEN in front of you." She said annoyed.
As he continued to read the form she could tell when he got to her tier. His eyes rose to look at her, his eyebrows lifting. She leaned forward.
"Yeah… that's something I wanted to ask about. I've heard rumors about things happening to people who "don't belong"" she used her fingers to make air quotes. "I heard this town doesn't follow those ideals"
Looking personally offended Dorron blusted out "Of course not! We try to protect our citizens as much as humanly possible. Even given the majority of their particular work being adventurers and hunters. We do not abide by those ideals at all."
Sam sighed with relief like a fifty pound weight had been lifted off her shoulders.
"Ok, good." She smiled. "How exactly?"
He shifted the form over revealing what looked like a mana-pad. "Place your hand here." When she did it lit purple and her information appeared on screen. "Impossible" he whispered to himself.
"You know, I don't think that word means what you think it means" she smiled to herself. Then the smile dipped a bit realizing no one would ever get her references here.
Giving her a look he proceeded to press a few buttons and swiped something hanging on his wrist across the screen, then more button pushing. In the end a thin metal card slid from a slot in the desk in front of her. She lifted it up and read it.
Dungeon City Citizen Registration Card
Name: Samantha Foreman
Age: 18
Current Level: 12
Tier: Blue
Primary Class: Beast Tamer
Support Class: Master Crafter
"That card is linked to you. It will update automatically. As you can see the tier has been changed. Once you reach the level cap of tier Blue it will switch back to your true tier. By then you should have enough power to defend yourself better. As you said, the rumours are that low level purple tiers have been… disappearing. The higher levels seem to be fine. By then they have usually collected gear or friends and connections that helped them. This will keep you safe until you reach that power level. Rest assured your form will be given a confidential enchantment to hide it from prying eyes." He said giving her, what I'm sure was a rare smile. "Now, do you have beast that also need registration?"
"I do, let me guess. Another form?" She asked with a weary smile.
"It wouldn't be a government office without multiple forms, now would it." He said sliding a new for to her. "Full this out and follow the signs to the beast registration area. Are they…with you?" He asked
Patting her chest she replied in the affirmative and then once the barrier dropped she went back to the desk in the middle of the room and started all over again.