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Victor made no attempt to reply to her, which she hadn't really expected either way. She watched him quietly as the rest arrived, and wondered if Valoel had done the right thing in dismissing the earlier incident. There was clearly something wrong with him, which was a worrying thought if they were to head into battle together. For now, however, she decided to trust the opinion of her superior officer– at least Valoel had access to his case file.

Once everyone had arrived, they were given a briefing. Most other members of the crew decided to train afterwards. Having already gone into the fray earlier, Aurel decided it was far more important to rest– a decision she would later be grateful for. She watched the new recruit– the monstrosity brought by the Kaymbdenites– in particular. The creature seemed to know what she was doing. Aurel wondered how she'd have been created, or if she'd been born like that. They were questions she often posed about her own disfigurements on darker days.

She looked up as Zeke arrived, and would have smiled at his comment if she'd had a mouth to smile with. Her movement was far from inhibited by her garments, but that had taken years of training, and thousands of coins invested in the right gear. In dire situations, however, the hard training and careful saving was worth it. The smile would have disappeared as he spoke to Valoel however– she couldn't help but wonder why she hadn't mentioned Rook's connection to the Knighthood in her briefing. Surely that was of importance?

She wasn't given time to feed the thought, however, as the first bombs went off. She was on her feet by the time Valoel had the chance to give her orders, and nodded. "Yes M'am," she said, setting out after her and Victor. She checked both her swords were in place as she moved and came away satisfied; she was ready for another battle.