Gilda rolled the parchment, tying it neatly with a thin red ribbon to keep it from unfurling. Her writing claw was aching; understandable as she had been working it for an hour already, writing another report for Narada to go through. She wrote down everything she could remember on her conversation with Chris and Tara in regards to human culture, the presence of horses used for war, and the interesting evolution of their government. She also began to relate her doubts of her preconceptions of humans and their weapons.