There was another mumble amongst the Aricians, but it soon began settling down. Gilda could hear some movement behind her, probably the griffins getting them out to wear them when the signal was given. She reflected on the things the griffins and humans were sharing with each other as she watched the Cloven began to move towards the wagons. Part of her wondered if this was just a small preview of things to come, maybe a trade agreement. Another part of her told her that it wouldn’t matter if the Cloven killed them all. 