Gilda’s eyes narrowed as the bright sun blinded her momentarily. Once they adjusted, she quickly scanned around. She was currently in the fourth level of Arnau, and the griffins here moved around at a hurried pace, the air smelling of freshly baked bread. She sighed, feeling so sick of the aroma that had permeated the whole city since yesterday. She knew she should have been glad, maybe proud at least, that the Arnau was fully prepared to greet the humans. Instead, she still felt apprehension regarding their presence. 