Carleine wasn't sure what to say.
Could it truly be that her wishes were about to be fulfilled with barely an admitting input from her very own lips?
"You really want me?"
"Can you fight?" Zayda asked.
"I'm competent," Carleine said.
"Then come," Zayda said before looking over at the only one of the arrivals she had not addressed so far, "And who might you be?"
Gillert held himself in a strong yet respectful pose as he cleared his throat before introducing himself,
"I'm Gillert."
A cursory look by Zayda was enough to give her a sound opinion of his capabilities. She could quickly tell he was the most ahead in regard to cultivation base among the bunch and almost immediately pegged him as some sort of leader to this pseudo-squad. Their unspoken solidarity spoke of such.
'He could be of use,' Zayda mused.
