They went in four.
Vaelor had wanted six and Aelara had said four, and he had looked at her for a moment and then said four, because four moved faster and quieter and the thing Maren had said about what happened if the organization realized they were coming was the only variable that actually mattered. Four people who knew what they were doing were worth more than six people who filled a corridor.
Vaelor. Aelara. Two guards who had been with Vaelor personally for more than five years and whose names she now knew and whose competence she had watched demonstrated twice in the last twenty-four hours.
