Gil sank to his knees next to the body of the beast, breathing heavily. All the adrenaline he’d felt coursing through him during the battle had now fled and he felt every ache, bruise and scratch he had accumulated. Gil was no stranger to pain but this was the part of war he hated the most. 
	
	Gil remained silent as his fellow Inquisitors gathered around the body, and as Ardur spoke, the words were not those that Gil had expected. Instead of congratulations, he offered only criticism. Gil could feel the anger rising to his head, as he began to stand, a string of curses and defensive protestations coming to the tip of his tongue. Luckily, River spoke before he could, saying pretty much exactly what Gil was thinking, but in a much politer manner. 
	
	If his commander would not congratulate his troops for quick thinking, adaptability and being able to form coherent plans under pressure, then Gil would. He knelt next to River and laid a hand on his shoulder.
	
	“Hey, thanks for the patches of ice out there. I’m sure that bastard would have crushed me without them.” After having a small conversation with the plainsman, Gil moved to Genthok and Kharne. 
	
	“You two have got to be the most reckless and foolhardy Half-Goliaths I have ever met. But thank you. Without your distraction and most importantly your strength, I never would have had my opportunity to strike the beast down. You two killed it just as much as I did.” Gil performed a small bow, and after a few more moments, made his way to Halek.
	
	“That poisoned knife of yours is like the sting of a wasp. It’s small but it can inflict great detriment. Your poison slowed the beast down and brought it to it’s knees. That was something I never thought would happen. Thank you.” Gil reached to shake Halek’s hand. Next he moved to Lanithil and Cyterius.
	
	“I’m glad you all didn’t waste all of your arrows. Some of them made their way into the eye sockets and some into the broken pieces of armor. I don’t know if they really effected his ability to see but they still were annoying enough to give us even a moment more to bring the beast down. My thanks to both of you.” Finally Gil returned to the corpse of the beast, where two strangers were standing, along with Ardur. He turned to one who was obviously an elf. 
	
	“Hi, I’m Gilead. I take it you were the one to create the illusion of me? Thank you for thinking of that. I’m sure it must have taken a lot of energy.” He bowed to her before turning to the Aasamir. “I saw you attending to Ardur and seeing as how he’s already back on his feet, you must be an amazing healer. I feel much better, knowing you’re with us.”