Shalár ignored him, turning to the hall attendant whose duty was to record the business of petitioners as they arrived. Three others stood waiting, and it happened that two of them preceded Kelev. Shalár heard their reports and requests, and gave orders in response. When Kelev’s turn came, the attendant announced him as “Kelevon, supervisor of the walks.” Shalár turned a cold gaze on Kelev. “We do not use ælven names here.” “Your pardon, Bright Lady. I am yet unaccustomed to your ways.” “What is your request?” Kelev stepped to the hall attendant’s small work table and unrolled his papers atop it, causing the attendant to snatch up his inkwell in haste. Shalár disliked being compelled to go where Kelev directed, but it would be foolish to require him to spread his work on the floor at her feet, and inconvenient to view it there. She stood and went to the table.
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