Riulan seemed to collapse into herself as the doors closed, letting out a sigh of relief. “Playing the part they expect is harder than I believed. You were right Narn. People looking at you like they do, especially the hatred and fear, is difficult to stomach.” She glanced up as the Scouts took up positions by the doors and looked about the massive entry hall. The only sounds in the hall were the boots of the scouts and the lingering echos of Riulan’s voice.
That hall was completely deserted and Riulan sighed again as she turned to Narn, “I would have expected the staff to be around but it looks like the staff of the mansion expect us to clean house or something so it may be harder than I expected to find the Governor’s office.”
“Tel’mar, detail most of the scouts to start patrolling the mansion. I want people identified and then get them back to whatever their normal jobs are. Have the clerks assembled so we can talk to them. We need to sort out of the paperwork and find out what information is here, and especially what supplies and the state of the forces here. We’re going to have to pull out as much of the guard as possible and likely recruit. So we can’t waste time. And get our injured settled in. And see to the bodies of our dead. How many did we lose?”
“We lost 6 m’lord.” Tel’mar’s response was quiet but he and Narn shared a glance, “And we have 12 injured to some degree. Most of those are serious and will require the Healer’s attentions for some time.”
Narn nodded in response, “See to it that Riulan has space set aside and the supplies she needs.” He looked to Riulan and smiled, “Why don’t you see what you can do for the worst of the injured now while the scouts find out where things are for us.”
Riulan nodded wearily, "Lead the way Tel'mar." She followed the scout as he turned, she gave a single glance back before vanishing from sight around a corner.
Narn turned and began giving instructions to the rest of his men, walking with them deeper into the palace itself.
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