Lomasi watched the gathering of the SNC troops with interest. They were a mixture of colonists and natives, pretty much anyone that seemed desperate or foolish enough to join, as they lined up. Their rows were not the perfectly formed rows she had seen from members of the 12th Regiment. When she had watched those troops line up and march in their uniforms and with their new rifles, it was no wonder her people had been driven from the coast by the humans. How could disorganized troops armed with primitive weapons fight against a well trained army with weapons that could kill you before you could get close enough to scratch your foe? Of course, these human were not her foes. In fact, she was among them, sporting the blue armband of the SNC, though she had not bothered to don the headband, that she kept in her pack, slung casually over her shoulder. She did not join the ranks the troops made, instead she stayed off to the side, watching the Captain as he called the company to order.<br/><br/>She had seen him before, even talked to him once. She'd heard he had even married an Elvanti woman, though as far as she knew that was just a rumor. She studied him as she leaned casually against her spear, both hands wrapped around it to support herself. Lomasi's rifle was slung over her shoulder and her pistol hung at her side as she continued her evaluation of the captain. He was handsome in the way human men could be, and looked amusingly uncomfortable in his heavy clothes. She smirked slightly and then looked towards the SNC company, wondering why they'd all been summoned, and why she was here. She had generally operated alone for the Humans, scouting, delivering messages and warnings, sometimes guiding them through the woods. She supposed she'd find out soon enough and that suited her just fine. So long as these humans didn't expect her to line up and march in file. That was fine for them, but she preferred her own methods.<br/>