|| Gillian || Leroy || Flynn ||
Gil looked up from the jerky he held in his gloved hands and towards the entrance where he heard voices. He put down his meal and grabbed his sword before creeping towards the door and peering around the edge his gaze resting on three(Right?) female tributes all of them he recognized but didn't really bother to remember their districts let alone their names.
He turned his head so he could listen to their conversation.


