His accent caught Jilleen’s attention. She would guess that the man who was as at the ticket desk was originally from Ostia, a province of Aerilon. She watched him at the desk as he purchased his ticket.

She did not recognize him, she usually would have recalled a good looking fellow from Aerilon. It was impossible to have meet everybody in the fleet in 3 years. Her eyes turned away when he finished his business at the desk, and she returned to scribble nonsense in her note book again.