The inner Alder Court offered no music while six inventory clerks waited around a white-stone table.
Two root judges watched from the floor as the living palace sealed every entrance behind the arriving embassy.
Hajin kept one hand on the socket case while roots framed the table.
'A welcome can be a search with better lighting, so consent comes first.'
The senior clerk bowed to Eirwen and extended one gloved hand.
"The Court records every weapon, vessel, socket, and tool entering this capital. A clerk must handle each item to protect the inventory."
Eirwen's twelve pale Shards stayed completely quiet above her shoulders.
"Record its condition and ownership, but no clerk touches an item without the owner's consent."
The clerk's fingers stopped a breath above the sealed case.
"A witness can misreport a dangerous object, while a Court examination protects both guest and host."
Hajin answered the senior clerk calmly without raising his voice.
