in the footsteps of a stranger
It was lunchtime.
Actually, it wasn't. It had been an hour ago. Efret missed it, but she was eating now, and wasn't lunchtime whatever time you managed to have it?
Now she sat on a stack of cargo crates turned towards two flights of stairs that led up to the capital city. Field Camp Nu's long tent stood at her back. A meal container balanced in her lap as she took another bite out of a blue and brown steamed bun. When an armored men, one of the legionnaires that patrolled the area for her archeological team's security, approached her, set set her morsel back in the container.
"Master Farr," he began with a respectful nod. "You have guests approaching from the spaceport."
"Good," she replied. "Thank you."
With that, he moved past, leaving her take one more bite of her lunch before moving it off her lap and wondering who was here. Hopefully they brought an artifact or two.