An hour later.
Outside the gate.
Mikhail stood before the captain of the elven guard, who was carefully examining the travel documents. Jaigar, Gorak, and their party members leaned against the carriages, some of them looking bored, others subtly scanning their surroundings.
"Hmm…" The captain glanced at the document, then looked back at Mikhail.
"Your documents appear to be in order, but there is one issue. You lack the required travel stamp from the Beastkin Nation. You only have the Dwarven stamp, which is not considered sufficient for entry into Elven territory without additional verification."
Mikhail scratched the back of his head with a sheepish smile, his tone smooth and apologetic.
"Ah, I see… I apologize for the oversight, Captain. We were inspected earlier by one of your patrol leaders. He checked our documents and our goods thoroughly before allowing us to proceed. I believe he was satisfied with our papers."
