Linsora walked to where she had found the urn in the cargo bay. In her sorting process, she divided the piles into sections and sorted items in each. There was no way to tell which items might once have belonged with each other. She blew dust from relics in that section, peered inside other urns of all sizes, and carefully opened brittle books.
“Did you help load this?” she asked the guards.
They hunched their shoulders almost in unison. By their sheepish half-smiles, she knew they weren’t sure if admitting to that was a good move.
“I need to speak with Gordek. Can you take me to him?”
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