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Sayf, he answered with a brief nod before stretching and lowering himself to the ground to copy the other man's position. He kept his head up, though, his gaze searching the guard. He was intrigued by this man.

And what can I call you? Sayf asked. He would probably continue to call him statue because it was so fitting, but it would be nice to know the man's actual name. Before now, he had just been the queen's guard.