Edwin raised a brow, but his smile was steadfast as he listened to Clegg and scribbled down the name, with quotes around Caesar. In his typical, business-like, gruff voice, he responded, "Very well, Mister Clegg. Welcome to Wortgott. I'm sure I'll be seeing you around later." He closed his notepad with the paperwork in it and slipped it and the pen away, then Tubigan's feet turned away after a bow of departure. Down the dock he went again to survey more ships and document nautical traffic, him remarking on Louis's attempt to seem experienced and hardened as quite comedic with mental laughter, while deep-beaked gulls flew off his path. By then a few street vendors and performers had gathered along the edges of the city square, and a few paperboys sold the daily news at the corners of roads.