The guards eyed this new boy skeptically, but they relaxed a bit when he came to them speaking their language. Finally, a heavily bearded member of the guard spoke up "How do you know, Victor? You aren't from any of the Latverian caravans..."
He glanced over the boy's head to the girl who had been so previously insistent that she see Victor. "On what terms do you vouch for this woman? We know she's a consort of the Ambassador, but she also worked with him in that lab. How are we to trust she wasn't trying to sabotage him?" These were people who had been persecuted their whole lives, and in this moment, trust was not coming easily.