Hajin watched the portcullis crank upward after their night in the outer quarantine yard while inspection crews crossed freight lanes. Blue guild flags halted three caravans as officers planted white markers around the carriage and cleared the palace inspection route.
The nearest porters lowered their cargo rings while an inspector peered at the divided cradle beneath the wagon's raised curtain.
"Standing token and the custody manifest," he droned, slapping his board against the marked receiving post.
Hajin flipped him the twentieth-standing token, keeping the technical amendment clear of his injured palm, "Yeah, yeah, here's the shiny one."
The inspector pressed its edge into the terminal as a blue beam swept the gate arch above their waiting carriage. Two royal recorders compared the confirmation with regional witness seals while Ferra kept her hand beside the closed inspection shutter.
[ Institutional standing: 20 confirmed | Assessment certificate: Recorded ]
