“Delicate instruments or supervised cargo?” the clerk asked.
Barnaby waited for her to look at him.
She looked at Felix.
“The owl,” she explained.
“A passenger perch,” Barnaby said. “Preferably facing somewhere I can see the destination before we strike it.”
The clerk’s pen stopped.
Behind the party, a man shifted a crate of pans against his knee. The pans complained loudly. The clerk waited for them to finish before checking the booking again.
“Mixed salvage party. Tender boat and equipment under the freight arrangement.”
