“Where are they?” Kral panted. “Can you tell?”
Tayla concentrated. The ship was small and held only a bare minimum crew compliment. Still there were many minds to sort out. She shook her head, “No. I’m not sure. Someone’s coming this way, though.”
Kral scowled something about Tokorellan magic. When the crewman rounded the corner, Kral examined the unfamiliar rank designation on his jacket. Whatever the rank, an imperious manner usually worked better magic with military types than any Tokorellan ploy. “You! Tell me were your captain’s quarters are,” he ordered.
The man squared his shoulders, came to attention, and pointed toward the opposite passageway. “Down there, Sir. Then right. Third door on the left. Sir!”
“Dismissed,” Kral said.
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