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Hector was at a loss. He couldn't tell if she was genuinely upset or just playing around. Or maybe a little of both? He'd never seen her act this way before.

"It's very discomforting," said Lynn as she looked around another time, "thinking that one of them might be watching us, right now without our knowledge."

"Yeah... but I think the underground portions of Warrenhold are pretty safe from them. The entrance alone would be a tight fit for their huge bodies. Plus, they'd have to make it through the entirety of the Entry Tower."

"Hmm. But they could still be above ground with us, right now, couldn't they?"

Hector nodded. "I'm actually expecting Hanton to show up any time now. He said he would visit Warrenhold."

"Oh yeah..." Lynn scratched her cheek. "But you can sense them somehow, can't you? How close do they have to be for you to pick up on their presence?"

Hector frowned at her, knowing that he couldn't tell her that.

Lynn smacked her lips. "Right. Details."

In the end, they decided to keep sparring for a while longer, though it was a bit more relaxed this time. They resorted to basic swordplay, with Lynn providing instruction more than competition. She was even gracious enough not to cut any of his limbs off--which honestly surprised him a little.

The observers pulled up some chairs and fetched lunch for everyone, and it wasn't long before they were paying more attention to their own conversation than they were to Hector and Lynn.

At length, however, an interruption arrived.

The wind picked up briefly, and the spare thought process that Hector was using to monitor the Scarf's intel suddenly noticed a distant fluctuation in the air.

A large, blurry shape was gliding toward them on the northerly wind. When Hector looked toward it, he saw nothing with his eyes, so even though he hadn't been able to sense it with perfect clarity, he knew at once that it was a Sparrow.