You are hell-tracked. Remaining duration: 14 minutes. Auris assigned me and the rest of the survivors of Yara’s band to guard the west door. I fell into position willingly enough. Right now, I was exactly where I needed to be—in a room filled by scores of Blades and Tyelin, no less.  Nor was the envoy the only elite amongst the Blades. There were three others: Auris, Haiken, and a player named Lune. When Malikor and his Riders arrived—and I had no doubt they would—they would have no easy task getting to me. “Anyone have anything else to add?” Auris yelled, addressing my group at large.