The room in the Public Security Bureau was warm and brightly lit, and despite the current chaotic situation, it still maintained a well-ordered appearance—with tea and coffee available.
"Name?"
"Lawrence Creed."
"Occupation?"
"Captain, captain of the White Oak."
"Affiliated guild?"
"Explorers' Association. I have a full suite of qualifications as a senior explorer, including credentials in history, mysticism, and nautical sciences... uh, that's all."
"Your reason for coming to Frost?"
Lawrence looked up at the glaring electric light above him and thought for a few seconds, "Actually, I was here to deliver goods... the goods ordered by your City-State's cathedral."