The Soldier came up, blushing slightly as the full flower of the Nymph's beauty became evident, but he kept to his duty. Fussiness it might be called, but others would call it a sense of duty. He stared hard at the book as he walked up, not wanting to ogle her... at least while he was on the clock.<br/><br/>"Name, Species, Origin, Reason for being here, and any cargo you wish to declare. There will also be the additional fee for your papers as a guest of the city. Depending on your wishes, you pay 1 Sp, 1 gp, or 10 gp."<br/><br/>The words were routine, even if the voice saying them was slightly more forced then normal.