"High Priestess." She stepped forward, just past Erick's shoulder. "Allow me to simplify things."
She reached into the fold of her robe and produced a document—sealed, official, stamped with the guild's mark.
"The Sky Rider was contracted under our name. Three days ago." She held it at a slight angle, not offering it, just making sure it could be seen. "Paid in full. Departure confirmed."
She let that breathe for exactly one second.
"So technically—and I do mean technically—you'd be asking us to surrender a vessel we've already secured." A small pause. "Which would be rather inconvenient."
Rhean tilted her head, just slightly.
"That said." Her tone didn't warm exactly—but it made room. "The Sky Rider holds four. We currently have three. So, if the High Priestess genuinely requires passage to the Capital, we would be willing to consider the arrangement."
She glanced briefly at Rain.
"You would, of course, need to leave your attendant behind."
