The guard dog gives a little grunt, taking the scroll from Shuri and breaking the seal, scanning the paper.

". . . hnn." It is . . . not easy to read his reactions, but his hackles seem to raise a little. Inexplicably, after a moment, he gives a short bow, then moves to the door. "You may pass," he rumbles. And, "you'll want floor two and floor four for those in court custody. Don't go up past floor five. The Rank S criminal is being held in the next compound—go straight through the doors on the other side. They'll check your paperwork again there."

The paper from Baal-Berith has rolled itself up and resealed itself. He hands it back to Shuri.