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"Well, that gives us an excuse for arriving at night," said Belandvyn brightly.
Tylyr was a little more skeptical. "We don't exactly look a lot like the bloodborn, however; I assume a magical disguise is in order, yes?"
"Marea?" her grandmother prompted.
"Yes, I can do it, if I have images of the Damians in question. I do need something to work from. But with each person being given an encoded crystal, the illusion should stand up to moderate scrutiny."
"Good; you can pry into your mother's memories of them in a while. Now, though, we need some sort of strategy in place for once we actually get inside the castle of the Yelaadim."
"These likenesses won't fool a High Mistress like the Traitor, will they?" clarified Robin, the Bubble Magician.
"No. So we must get as many Yelaadim out of our way as possible before she's summoned, or comes to investigate," Marea averred.