They sent Syrina back to Fom on a smuggler’s ship. She’d given them a list of materials, and they’d complied, giving her everything she needed to do a proper job on a disguise. She only hesitated a second before giving up that little secret. Why stop breaking the rules when she was on such a roll? This time, she even got the skin tone right.
Syrina got the bad end of the deal, and on the way back she had a lot of time to think about it. On one hand, the Astrologer probably already regretted trusting her, but at least he got a Kalis spy out of the bargain, even if it was one he couldn’t trust. On the other hand, she got nothing. Nothing she wanted. Just a story about the Tidal Works that she would’ve been happier not knowing because now she felt obligated to do something about it, even if
