Nova and Prima went to the Storam Expatriate Agency.

Much like the Hesperian DASS headquarters, this building was large and hewn from pale pink stone. It did not resemble Imperial architecture in the least. Nova supposed that he shouldn't have expected it to.

He felt some apprehension.

The Starka on Noahl were one thing; he had really only had to talk to his brother and those damn talk show hosts. Here, he and Prima were in uncharted territory.

When he walked in, he could see quite plainly that the bustling flow of activity within the building slowed. That people were looking at him. Why wouldn't they? He was the Lyena.

He strode directly up to the reception desk, glaring down the Moyar clerk.

" We have an appointment with the agency director at H.9:30," he told her.

" Of course," she said, only a twinge of discomfort in her voice. " I'll have someone show you up."

She pressed some kind of small button on her desk, and after a moment, another similarly-dressed clerk came to escort them.

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