120 Aniyoh

Aniyoh followed Ender through the stitch with Lucian and Silas hot on her heels. Apparently, she wasn't the only one eager to be about the mission. She tried to imitate Ender's silent movements and cursed when her feet made soft thunks on the wooden floor. Even wearing a pair of Sana's men's trousers, which were several inches too short, to aid in stealth, Aniyoh still felt noisy.

The portal had placed them in one of the White Palace's many wine cellars. Silas really had thought of everything, and for a moment, she marveled at the older man's wherewithal. Silas pulled out a set of black robes that were skillfully tucked away under one of the barrels. 

The group remained silent, remaining alert to any potential dangers, as Aniyoh donned the garment. Ender nodded thoughtfully while Lucian watched the door. The damp cellar was quite dark to her eyes, the only light coming from a torch in the halfway beyond.