Ingrid stood by the window, watching the training yard below. “She shows promise. Eira just cannot see it. Perhaps she doesn’t want to.” The girl in question was the Veyra’s new recruit— a girl from far across the country who’d managed to follow one of the hunters all the way back. It was quite an impressive feat of you asked Ingrid, even though Eira was less than happy about it. She turned, walking further into the room, looking you over. “Are you still trying to sharpen that blade?”