For a moment, the three of you simply stood beside the training course, the excitement of the agreement settling into something more practical.

“We still need to decide who our fourth member will be,” Gentildonna said at last.

“Obviously.” Orfevre folded her arms. “Someone strong enough to justify standing beside us.”

“And preferably cooperative.”

Orfevre glanced at her. “Do not look at me when you say that.”

Gentildonna’s smile returned. “I was thinking aloud.”

The two champions fell quiet, both visibly weighing possibilities now. Speed. Endurance. Temperament. Someone capable of surviving not only the qualifiers, but the three personalities already assembled.

Then, almost at the same time, both turned toward you.

Gentildonna tilted her head. “You started this.”

"So?” Orfevre’s gaze sharpened with expectation. 

"Who do you have in mind?"