Bab 730: One Week

Even without wars to fight, the elves of House Highblade continued to train. Under Lieutenant Teneca's command, her archers shot at straw targets, over an actus¹ away.

Haelvia felt a tinge of guilt. She'd jogged for maybe a bell, each sun... but there were too many injured Wolves to participate in company training. 

She jogged over, bounding only a few steps to reach the woman and she gave her a crisp salute, "Good morning, Lieutenant."

It felt... strange to salute an Officer from a different nation's military. According to Tyrion doctrine, she didn't need to. However, the prim and proper brunette was the savior of their guild. Granting her the courtesies she deserved was common sense. 

"Good morning, Immunes," Teneca returned the salute-- though she seemed to strain her neck, looking up. "I have questions regarding the state of your Wolves."