"Your experience on the docks should be very helpful," Ildirin continued. "I'm sure you know a good many tricks about hiding things aboard ship."
"A few," Emmis admitted.
"And your pay will be six bits a day, in silver."
"A round," Emmis said automatically.
Ildirin smiled a humorless smile. "Six bits," he said. "If it works out well for a year, perhaps it will increase to seven."
"Six bits," Emmis agreed. "Thank you."
That was when a footman in red and gold appeared and said, "Lord Ildirin? Your room is ready."
"We can continue this discussion in the morning, my lad," Ildirin said. "I'm sure it will work out well for all concerned." Then he turned and followed the footman down the corridor.
Emmis watched him go.
"You could stay here, if you want," Lar said. "I don't know what Lord Sterren has planned for me, but there's plenty of work for a talented young man."
Emmis glanced at him, startled. "No, thank you, sir. I'm an Ethsharite."
"So was Sterren, and look where he is now."
"I think being a customs inspector sounds far more appropriate for me, sir."
"As you please, then." He held out his hand. "I know where my room is, and I don't need an escort to get there, so I'll be going now. May you live long and well."
Emmis took the hand. "If you're ever back in Ethshar…"
"I'll make sure to see you."
Emmis watched the Vondish ambassador walk away, until a footman with an abominable accent said, "Emmis of Shiphaven? Your place is ready."
Emmis smiled. "I'm sure it is," he said.