The receptionist simply accepted her money, paying no mind to the obvious mental turmoil that Cassia was enduring for the time being. It wasn't her job to care about what brought people to her port, it was her job to make sure that the customers got the service that they requested, and the port officials got their money. "Okay then, here is your ticket, the ferry leaves in 3 hours."<br/><br/>She would give Cassia a small piece of parchment with an official stamp on it.