>"Alright, with that issue settled, best get cracking on the next one. Wish me luck."
>Make for that block of offices.
>"Heh, probably gonna need it," Murasa says wryly.
>You hand the wooden box and its occupant over to Chisato and depart the Blue Maiden.
>Despite being within the same district, it's actually a decent walk to the Port Authority. The activity around you has changed little since you first arrived this afternoon - a near steady stream of workers hauling goods into and out of the city, and vendors catering to both them and visitors. Humans and youkai alike ply their trades, Oni shouldering loads as big as they are, while scattered fairies deliver messages, chant cheerful advertising slogans, or just cavort through the air.
>Soon enough you cut through a small block of industrial offices that protrudes into the harbourfront and reach the Braston Port Authority offices. Following the surprisingly helpful signage posted outside, you make your way to the entrance intended for public inquiries. Seems the best place to start.
>Stepping inside, you find yourself in a fairly small lobby decorated in tastefully boring professional grey. A pair of large potted plants provide nearly the only color in the room, though the effect manages to seem more banal than anything else, as if the space were designed wholly by formula. Across from the entrance is a long wooden counter divided into several wickets, two of which are manned at the moment. There is a short line formed in front of it, and both employees are currently speaking with people. Snatches of conversation suggest that one is asking for clarification on some engine licensing technicality, while the other is applying to renew a commercial transit permit. This is precisely as interesting as it sounds.
