The surrounding guards moved forward, pale ceramic blades drawn. There were eight of them moving in from their posts flanking the doors, but if the wailing gong was any indication, there’d be more pouring in from the barracks any second. Syrina tried to make Menns look innocent, fidgeting and looking surprised in the center of the giant blue and white spiral mosaic that reached across the floor like a flattened octopus.
So they knew Menns was an impostor, but she didn’t know what else they knew. Talking her way out may or may not be an option, but going full Kalis in here wasn’t. There’d be no way Ormo could clean up a mess that big. Even if he didn’t execute her outright for blowing it that bad, he’d never trust her competence again. However Syrina was getting out of this, she needed to
