Gilda’s throat gave out a harsh trill when she felt someone brush her wings. She looked around, but with the crowd moving, it was most likely an accidental brush-up. Calming herself down, she began to push through the thick crowd. She lost Fortrakt for a moment before she saw him ahead of her, his claw waving. With a last push, she trudged through the claustrophobic crowd and joined her fellow Guards. 