Three of us silently ran around the border of Hajar and prepared to infiltrate the occupied city, using the architecture of the city alongside the environment around it to hide ourselves perfectly as we approached the cliff face that a part of Hajar had been built upon.
Saif continued to feel like a sore thumb to me even as she rushed silently beside me, the hulking - almost brutish - woman maintaining a low posture and avoiding any possible light that might reflect off any of exposed patch of flesh or metal.
Meanwhile the twin dagger wielding woman - she had told me her name was Zahrah - peeled ahead of us with a speed that matched her brilliantly, and she led the way as she scouted with her incredible senses that had been honed over many years of this sort of 'work'.