[X] Take Rivers' dinner as he's taken away
There is general commotion, argument and outrage. Mercer's unnamed aide looks like he is about to make a run for it, but freezes on the spot when Mei turns to look at him. The camp guards take him and Rivers and frogmarch them away. You see ripples of confusion radiate outwards in the crowd of assembled legionaries as they see one of their senior officers is arrested.
MEI: "Sen Yin, I want you to conduct a search of Rivers' room, he's your officer. Mercer, the same for Shenin, make sure you search everything, Any coded messages or anything else suspicious, have them sent to me. The rest of you officers, I want you to conduct searches for anyone else with those tattoos. Get the word to Colter as well. Be quick about it, before they give us the slip. Dismissed."
The officers each stand to leave. You reach across the table and grap the dish containing Rivers' half-finished meal.
MEI: "Anteya, Coppersmith, you stay."
USAMIR: "Anteya is
my aide, dragonlord."
MEI: "Do you want to deny her dinner?"
USAMIR: "No?"
MEI: "Then fuck off."
She sounds more tired than angry. Nonetheless Usamir leaves in a hurry, not even looking back.
MEI: "You two, platter this stuff up and share out the leftovers to the other tables. Make sure you keep a plate for yourselves."
Anteya bobs a curtsy, just like Cinnamon did earlier.
ANTEYA: "Thank you, lady."
COPPERSMITH: "Thanks, lady."
Mei gives no acknowledgement of this. The two aides gather the remaining food on a couple of central platters and carry them away.
You examine your newly acquired meal. Fluffy white flatbreads, some kind of shredded fish, fresh, in a dark sauce. A bowl of fried noodles, probably wheat, with pickled ginger. You tear off a hunk of bread and use it to scoop out some of your remaining dipping sauce.
You realize you are alone at the table with Mei.
MEI: "And what do you have to say for yourself?"
"I was thinking about 'congratulations,'" you answer through a mouthful of bread "but I'd probably go with some kind of sagely aphorism, like 'the best part about exposing a spy at lunch is the second lunch.'"
She
almost smiles at that. You feel the echo of it, before she forces her face to be still.
MEI: "You could have come to me quietly."
"He asked me to deduce something. I wasn't really even thinking about it until I was saying it."
MEI: "Hrm. I knew someone was copying our logistical papers, I was going to ask you to look for a spy in the ranks anyway. Now I have one of my senior officers arrested in front of half of my forces."
"What're you going to do with him?"
She chews thoughtfully on a piece of meat.
MEI: "Code says I should hang them both. I'm erring on the side of mercy if only because we need all the soldiers we can get, and a spy hunt with hanging bodies is going to be bad for morale. Demotion to rank, put under a mean fang, kept under scrutiny. Thoughts?"
[ ] Don't demote him.
[ ] Demotion to rank sounds good.
[ ] Hanging is safest.