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Kamari’s scent is disguised.
In the time it had taken the Salsolan pair to reach the Court’s borders, Kamari had tried her best to think of how she should go about the situation. She had met one of their number before, a woman who called herself Kalypso, and, that limited the Shadow’s options some. Having her face known meant that infiltrating the Court was not a suitable option, not with how little information O’Riley had been willing to part with about this target of theirs. It was too risky for something that could have been hardly more than a rumor.
No, this mission was to see what they could glean—if there was to be anything at all—and Kamari felt that a mere inquiry might do. With the right story, right guise, and right individual, she and O’Riley might be able to actually get something out of the meeting.
Kamari dismounted from her horse once she’d been able to smell the border markers. She led him forward without holding his lead, knowing the mustang would follow dutifully at her shoulder. The Shadow wore her tattered, green cloak about her shoulders to shield her a bit from the cold. As she had at the bar, she had her usual weaponry on her. Her knife remained hidden, but, she made no attempt with her bow or hip quiver. After all, if the Kalypso person responded to her call, Kamari would not be able to pretend to be someone new.
Pulling her hood back, the Emissary let out a yapping, coyote-like call. Jackals were far and few within the reason, and her identity was easily mistaken for those that knew not what one was. She waited then, holding Cedar’s reins and patting his cheek as if he were to be some form of comfort to her.