Gilda growled. She thought of using her family to support her, considering her sire was a High Lord, but with the present situation, she knew better than wait for the help that may never arrive. Part of her wondered if Bricius was telling the truth, but she knew no one was suicidal enough to use an influential family name on a duel. If he got a Talon and maybe a mage to work for him, it made even more sense. However…