[That’s something Gavial can respect—letting people play to their strengths to do what’s good. Hell, it’s the whole reason she and Zumama had figured out how to patch things up after butting heads when Gavial had finally returned home for the first time in practically seven years. They might not understand one another’s interests, but what they did understand is how much it meant to them, and the desire they had to put it to use for others.]

Practical, huh.

[She mulls the word over a little as she lets her eyes wander along the stones of the corridor. In what way, she couldn’t be sure, though he had offered a little bit of insight into that when he’d first approached her about this whole venture, hadn’t he?]

You’d said this place was made for sieges, right? Must’ve been a lot of fighting going on to make that worthwhile.

[Hard to tell with only a brief glance at this world of his, but Gavial understood the way conflicts might play out that way even if her own experiences had been more in open skirmishes and precisely-planned deployments.]