Fresh script crawled out of the capital's paving as Hajin reached the gallery arch above the avenue.
The new commands climbed doorways and carriage wheels, sorting every occupant beneath the hierarchy the Crowned Avatar accepted inside.
A patrol stopped beneath the arch while bands locked the guards' arms into parade positions around their weapons.
[ Ordered Court: Active | Noble: Owner | Guard: Weapon | Servant: Property | Unregistered civilian: Excess ]
"Oh, you have got to be shitting me," Hajin breathed, staring down at the glowing labels.
A registry runner dropped his satchel beside a carriage route as the script slammed both his knees into the paving.
The carriage's owner leaned from the window, watching the runner claw at the ground that kept him beneath his designation.
"Get up," the man snapped, rapping the door frame while his wheels refused to roll around the servant in their path.
"You're embarrassing the house."
