"Rodion, direct Soldiers to sweep every corridor between here and the front showroom. Mark any eavesdroppers."
In perfect synchrony, the ten armored creatures scampered upward. Two climbed curtains with hook-like limbs; another disappeared under a doorjamb without so much as ruffling the velvet. Within seconds, they became living shadows patrolling the boutique's bones.
Rhea's turn: "Workers—full diagnostic of security caches. Flag any weak locks or mana leaks."
