"Register?" asked Christopher. "I hope you don't mean like they force you to do in those stupid countries with Mutant Registration Acts. You'll find none of that stupidity here. If you are simply looking for the local law enforcement, there is a Genoshan Security Force office about a hundred yards that way." He pointed behind him. "If you're looking for work, then there's a Mercenary hall a couple hundred yards further down the street. I'm new here, so I don't know where much else is."
He looked at the man and wondered what sort of circumstances could have brought this man here with a child that wasn't his. "So, what brings you to the island? I'm guessing you're a refugee. Fleeing persecution?"