10 Talrun
Esteka sprang into action, which was great, because I found myself without words.
“Hello, it’s good to meet you!” said Esteka with a smile. “We’re trying our best to blend in with the locals. In fact, I just bought this dress here today, wanting to try the latest Koldas fashions.”
The Mordanian waved one of her hands. “You look lovely. But you Daqtarians have distinct facial features depending on what continent you’re from,” she said. “Those from the Ebetar region, especially.”
“I see,” I said. “You have sharp eyes!”
It was the disguise masks. They were programmed to make us resemble Daqtarians from the region we claimed to be from. I was sure whoever had purchased the masks—Vaqos, perhaps—had known this, and had known that the undersecretary would want to speak with us beca
