Gilfred woke slowly, truth be told he had slept better than he had in a long while, but now the waking world needed his attentions. Slowly pulling himself to a sitting position he was unprepared for Gawain's sudden intrusion into his mind. It hit him like a ton of bricks, the feeling of alert, panic and caution all washing over his still booting up mind, nearly staggering him. Without pausing to wonder what had got the Enfeild so upset, the metal elementalist drunkenly reached out for Clarent, finding it after a small amount of searching, the oiled leather of the scabbard creaking slightly as he closed his fist around it. Hauling himself to his feet he blinked and shook his head, trying to dispel the haze that still sat in his mind, and began to make his way forward, following the urgings of Gawain. Soon he saw a few others, Thema among them, gripping Clarent he was about to speak when he saw the glowing hand of the light elemental outstretched. Shifting the scabbard so Clarent was in an easy draw position he cleared his throat and spoke, his voice low and even "What is going on?"