Nyx found me outside the dining hall with a piece of bread in my left hand and three questions I had arranged in order of importance.
She answered the first before I finished chewing.
"No new instruction through the local channel."
"And the receiving office?"
"Still under restriction. I passed it on my way here."
She moved aside for a boy carrying two bowls. I had to step back too, which pulled at the cut above my elbow. The boy apologized to her, then to my sling, then escaped before either of us could reply.
"Who signed the order closing the inner gallery?" I asked. "I need the name and the office."
"Orris. East maintenance desk."
I wrote it down against the wall. The bread had to go between my teeth for that. Nyx waited until I took it out before continuing.
"The desk receives inquiries after the second bell."
"You know him?"
"I know the signature. It was on the closure notice."
