Lieutenant Parnassus dug into a satchel hanging from his shoulder and handed Dendara a clipboard with an attached pencil. Several sheets of paper were clipped to it, and seemed to have carbon duplicates underneath.
"These are the standard forms for berthing here at the Veyranstown docks. You'll need to take down the name of the ship, the captain, where they sailed from, and most importantly, a check of their cargo manifest. On occasion, we've had some crews try to smuggle in contraband: Ashran specialty magics, controlled substances, bootlegged alcohol, that sort of thing. Be sure you keep your eyes open, and that their documentation is in order. If you get in a scuffle, use the Patrol callboxes at the Piers to call for help if you need it."
He scratched idly at his scar and scowled. "As if we didn't have enough problems in this neighborhood because of the Iron Feathers Syndicate...listen, ordinarily I'd go with you on your first customs check, but we're swamped here with ships to see to. I'm putting you in charge of checking the ship docked at Pier 24." He pointed in the direction they needed to go, and the five Watch Patrol officers could make out a medium-sized cargo ship whose hull was painted bright red. The foremast was snapped, and the sails were in shambles. "The captain has refused any of our dockside repair teams' assistance in repairing his ship. He's been adamant about putting in and getting his crew some shore leave, and frankly, his obstinance has been grating on me. See if you can't convince him to follow procedure."
