Not everyone noticed her, although it may have been that the hooded grey robe figure blended into the shadows while passing crowds of pilgrims and sight see-ers were attending to the patter of tour guides and the wonder of the exhibits. Security at the Henry Leroy Burgoine Biographical Museum wrote off the first reports of her presence as over active imaginations and fanish hysteria, since The King, himself still mourned the loss of his young bride.
Kallam Harresh had other thoughts on the matter, but his position in night security gave him a slightly different view of the situation. There were food service units, with meals hot and ready, in the empty silence of the employees lounge before dawn. And a whisper of moving air or an almost imagined footstep around the corner of a deserted corridor. There had been a written complaint from the cook about his using H.L. Burgoine's private kitchen during his watch

[[>>this narrative stops here, goes into dialogue, likely about the crumbs left by muse in her kitchen forrays. kalam eats raw food. won't touch yeasted, fermented, cooked, salted or any other prepared food. suggests other culprets and agrees to watch,]]]]