Poe left his guns in Alia's safe keeping. He hated to leave his gun's but he wanted this to go well. He moved slowly down the street thinking it was better to be safe the sorry. As he came to the Permit Office he sighed. Pushing open the doors he looked to the long line of humans. He sat at the end of the line his body still and a large smile on his face.

Quincy frowned at the line, he hated lines. And they always made lines. Like kensers in a row. Sighing, he motioned the next person forward, looked at his papers and signed them.

"Next." He said boredly. The woman that was next shuffled towards him, poking her paperwork at him. It was for a writing license. The tired galdor sighed even harder and signed off on it without bothering to read it. He really didn't want to be here today.

"Next." He called out. There were only two more people left. A rather dismal looking man with rather ruffed up paper and a mugrobi looking fellow. With a smile. Quincy scowled at him. He didn't like smiles today. The dismal man came to the counter and gave him his paper. Quincy read it and shook his head.

"No Mister...Buncoon. For the last time, you have not, and will not be approved for this business. No one in their right mind wants to buy stuffed garmons! Get out!" He said loudly and gruffly. The man jumped and practically ran from the office.

Glaring at the smiling man, Quincy reluctantly spoke.

"Next."

Poe stood a smile on his face. He had listened closely to those who came before him. This seemed a to the point kind of man. He chose to forgo small talk. He spoke simply and quickly his smile the only real sine of emotion.
"I require the documents to apply for a permit to use trick guns for entertainment with in the city in the area designated for the circus. I will also need the documents to apply for a permit to transport the trick guns to and from the location with in the city."
He smiled softly and cocked his head awaiting the mans answer. He did not think it would be that easy but hey stranger things have happened.

Quincy laughed without humor, then looked behind Poe. Unfortunately, no one else had walked in yet. He sighed and looked at the mugrobi again with a frown.

"You must be rather mad, stupid..or both. I can't authorize that, how can you tell me its a trick gun? What circus? Have you got these items with you now? I'd need to have a look at them. And I need proof you are in this...circus." He raised an eyebrow. The paperwork was technically there, but he wasn't just going to hand out exemption forms like candy.

Poe smiled and cocked his head to the side.
"Why sir I would never so brazenly break the law as to carry something like that with out the proper papers. I would be happy to go get them for you to look over if I had the papers. As for being in the circus I am not as of yet I am how ever trying out. I would never think to ask for the permits outright. I simply request the paperwork I would need to apply for them. It is my intent to make the process go smoothly."
Poe cocked his head to the other side his yellow eyes fixed on the mans gaze. He would not leave with nothing. He needed to show the boss that he took his craft seriously.

Quincy flailed his arm like the words were annoying bugs around his head. He grimaced, why did they all get so..wordy?

"Fine, Fine. Here is the paperwork. These guns you speak of will need an escort, I can't go letting any wick just strut around armed. Find a galdor to escort you, or go without." He said, looking down his nose and handing out the forms. He smirked, deeply amused at himself. No galdor in their right mind would escort a wick - with or without guns.

"Good day sir." He said dismissively.

"Next!"

Poe reaches down and picks up the paperwork. He tips his hat as he turns to leave.
"Thank you kindly sir I will be back."
Poe could not hide his smirk as he walked out the door.