"And here are my affidavits testifying to my identity." said Ridi. She slid the documents accross the desk of the glossy young man who managed the trust department of the bank where her funds had been kept since the execution of her parents.
Now that she had reached her majority at the age of twenty-three it would normally require only a signature and a thumbprint to release the funds, but the pad of Ridi's thumb had been burned away during an accident with one of the ships heat-exchange pipes shortly after the battle of Magaria. Testament from higher authority was therfore required.
"To open the new account we'll need your signature, a password, and the print of your 'left' thumb." the manager said.
Ridi complied and bade the man a pleasant farewell. Years of tension left her as she exited the bank.
For she was not, of course, the real Ridi Galmas. Ridi Galmas died on Spannan years ago, and another girl named Gredel, had stepped into her place and now, had her money.