Zarrachia

Zarra's mind was moving quickly. "... some order ..." "... vigil of four thousand years ..." "... expecting undead ..." "... refugees ..."

She whispers back to Ellie, "It sounds like they think the war with Geb is still going on. They must think we're fleeing the Gebbites."

Zarra gnaws at her lip. "Excuse me, Sargent Yara, but have you really been guarding this door for four thousand years? Like, since year 576 or so?