 “Sir,” Giraldi called, getting her attention. Gilda looked at him motioning towards an approaching spear of griffin soldiers. The crowd parted like a curtain as they approached, clearing the way and giving her a better look of the group. She recognized some of the soldiers, having worked with a few of them before she was Rotated out of the Southern Farmlands. She was just an Auxiliary Guard when she had left, though. Judging by the shocked look they wore when they spotted her Command Chain, they didn’t expect her to come back as an officer. 