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Belandvyn and Marea crouched in the evening underbrush in the dry creek bed that had once held the other end of the portal, and gazed out at the blonde Yalda standing on the bridge where the small road crossed their stream. It would, of course, be ludicrously easy to avoid being seen by her. Even Raul and Benito, their human guides, knew at least a dozen ways around her position. But where was her partner? Yelaadim preferred to guard in pairs. Hence, Tylyr had gone to scout their surroundings to spy out the other guardian.
Benito and Raul, although rightfully suspicious of the blonde woman loitering in their territory, had been sent to enjoy a nice reunion with their cousins on this side of the mountains they'd crossed, mainly via goat tracks and smugglers' paths.
Marea found herself impatient. These Yelaadim were too low ranking to be worth interrogating, yet she wasn't keen on sneaking.