Dinner had been festive. In Gilda’s opinion, more so than the one with the humans. A few minutes after she had sat down, someone broke out a lute and began to pluck strings in tune with a lot of common songs the Gauntlet taught: battle songs to keep morale and marching tunes that staved off boredom. Fortrakt himself had sung together with a young female Talon, who seemed to laugh at all his jokes. Things had gone well enough that Fortrakt finally asked the female Talon if she would be available for a Round, a day where they could ‘spar’. She had said yes. 