As soon as Aadab laid eyes on the underside of that bridge, she immediately saw the explosives strapped to the supports. Her vision had, once again, not failed her, as it never did as far as she could remember. She sent the images, but stayed behind a moment longer to catch as many details as she could. Time must have flown, because she soon felt Nayrin calling for her return, at which point she swiftly returned. Having spent most of her life in deserts, Aadab was all too familiar with remaining unseen even in the openness of a desert. She returned unseen, and climbed into wagon. She took a ring and slipped it on, which caused her eyes to become a dull grey color, the Eye of Truth tattoo over one of her eyes to fade out of sight, and her clothing to appear wiped of all signs of being Sheikah in origin. Even that little was enough to hide her, to remove those telltale signs of being of Sheikah descent and removing the Eye of Truth from her clothing. Aadab slipped into a meditative state, and waited for either battle or safety.
Kalama, however, remained silent most of the time, doing his best to keep his hatred of Templars from making him do something stupid. As much as he wanted to charge in there and slaughter them all, he realized after hearing about the explosives that charging in would be exactly what they wanted. He dismissed the fiery wings his harness gave him, which he used to keep up with the others rather than being stuck on a Shelbug again, and slipped into the wagon. He could have shifted, but he took a ring anyway to try and do something easier. After slipping it on, an illusion of being one of the merchants slipped over him, a far more drastic change than Aadab's was. He wasn't so calm and collected as Aadab, though. He fidgeted excessively, his nerves raw from the anticipation of a possible battle.
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