Kornacis, Saint Markus and Wife Helen Street, the Population Registry Office.
"In here, write your name to register yourself as a Kornacis citizen, your age below, and your current residency."
The big-eared man said and handed Kael some papers, a quill, and a small jar of ink—the blind-eyed lady was sitting beside him.
"And here are the papers of your guardian to confirm your identity."
He said and gave the old lady some, which she struggled to see, and Kael helped her by putting an ink pen into her hand.
"Here."
"Oh, thank you, kind child."
The blind lady said, and while she struggled to see, Kael helped to move her ink-wielding hand to write down her name.
And when her signing was done, Kael put his new name in the paper—Aren Meredica—and then handed the papers back to the big-eared man.
He didn't really know why he chose the name Aren—that name just came to his mind—and it felt strangely familiar for some odd reason.
