It doesn't say anything.

Iris snuggles it a bit longer and then goes looking for someone to report the fight to.

Apparently the owners of the house have beaten her to it; a civil servant and a couple city watch members meet her en route and don't look happy with her.

"Oh, good. I was attacked by five strangers in the home I'm boarding in; they wanted to murder mine."

"Did you actually licitly obtain that stranger child?" demands the civil servant.

"Yes. It was abandoned in the woods. It asked to come with me, because they'd kill it if it went back."

"That doesn't constitute purchase!"

"I don't know about slavery, since where I'm from we don't have it, but it's a bizarre conception of property rights that doesn't allow for finding things abandoned in the woods."

"When I granted you that paper I thought you'd found a tribe of them that would let you buy them from their parents or whatever they have that passes for nobility or something. If someone drops something you can't claim it as yours!"

" - do you actually not have laws about abandoned stuff - you don't have adventurers, I guess you could just barely have a legal system that dysfunctional if there were no adventurers to make a mockery of it -"

"You're clearly some kind of barbarian but while you're here you need to obey civilized laws, and you just killed stranger traders and now there's going to be all kinds of trouble once the rest of them hear about it and you need to cough up what you owe now and get out of town."

"They attacked me with knives. Even without adventurers I don't see how you make out without laws about self-defense."

"Your hostess says they hadn't even gotten within knifing distance, let alone drawn knives, before you used lightning magic on them."

" - knife range? I can throw these forty, fifty feet, and when cornered by armed menacing strangers threatening me I don't like betting on whether they can too. I told them repeatedly to allow us to pass before resorting even to nonlethal magic. But we'll leave. Are there empires around here that don't practice slavery."

"I wouldn't know. You owe thirty and two."

"I'll drop it off this afternoon."

"You'll give it over now and get out of town."

She starts walking out of town. "I don't need the permits, and you said that one of them was invalidly issued anyway because of your failure to ask questions relevant to its validity. Perhaps you should invalidate the permits and forget the money. Then I can leave now instead of needing to earn some money first."

"The fees are for civil servant labor and materials!"

"That still doesn't make it good policy to require the fees even when the permits were issued invalidly and retracted three days later. That looks really bad, see, makes people not want to apply for a permit since they can spend all that money and get nothing for it. Same principle as merchants refunding bad product. It wasn't cheaper for them but it's the cost of doing business that when you did a bad job you don't get to charge for it."

"I don't care what kind of barbarian you are, you owe the city of Amilu thirty and two!"

"Then I will go somewhere else and earn money there and send the money with a messenger once I've earned it. Look, if you don't want me staying around earning money I don't know how you expect this to be solved!"

"You're wearing more than enough jewelry to cover it," snaps the civil servant.

How much farther to the edge of town. "It's all fake. Simple illusion magic over random rocks. Scratch it and you can tell the difference, if I had that kind of money do you think I'd have been staying in that boarding house alone without staff to help me deal with armed thugs?"

At least another ten minutes, depending on the meaning of "edge".

"For all I know your barbarians live on a diamond mine and don't know the value of the stones. If it's fake you won't mind handing it all off to me, I'll handle resale."