Ad aspera

— No, now I understand everything more or less. I sincerely thank you for your help, Lieutenant Allegro.

If the guards have no more business with Kotori, she heads to the town hall.

The city changes before your eyes as Kotori walks through its streets from the outskirts to the center. The winding streets of the port district straighten and widen, the spring mud underfoot gives way to pavement, and the townspeople themselves change, not only in their clothes but also in their faces, and they stroll leisurely, proudly holding their shoulders, sometimes even looking a little like nobles, but even more like angry turkeys.
The town hall itself is perhaps one of the most remarkable buildings in the city; the high spires of the red brick building are crowned with gilded weather vanes. At the entrance, Kotori is stopped by two guards. Imposing, with their equipment polished to a shine and their stern faces as if carved from stone, they are nothing like the oafs who greeted her at the port.
— State your business at the town hall.