The first thing they had to do was find a place for Martia’s trunks and porter. Angela Yee had a few words with Albert, the desk clerk, and he agreed they could all be kept temporarily in the hotel’s loading dock. The native unloaded the trunks in a safe corner so he could go off and eat, then he would be back to guard them.
“Does he need to guard them?” Martia asked. “Doesn’t the hotel keep its loading dock secure?”
“As secure as anywhere,” Angela Yee said. “But Quasis like him actually have a high sense of honor. He’ll stay loyal to the person who hired him until his pay runs out.” She paused to think. “How much did you pay him, anyway?”
“Twenty bucks.”
Angela Yee rolled her eyes. “Jeez! Honey, one thing you’ll have to learn about Burgundy is that things are cheaper here—a lot cheape
