<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l530/WyldeSK/DynahAvatar1_zps5b3d8abd.png)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 20pt;"><strong> Dynah Celeste Westbridge-LaMarchette </strong></span></span><br/><hr/><br/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>    </td><td>Like Leasick, Dynah was focused on the ground below. And like him, she thought back to why she became a hunter. But the answer was easy - it was one of the few things that couldn't simply be handed to her. She had to earn it. And for that she prized it. Even if she did have to work with the more common sort of people, it was worth it. Well she was supposed to think so. At any rate, her life was depending on these people now, so she knew she should think so.<br/><br/>The squad leader's words brought Dynah out from her reverie. She looked up, and there Leasick was, jumping out of the airship. "Gods," the noblewoman grumbled as she rose and followed suit, "you really do have too much of a flair for the dramatic." Still, she rose, and her hand reflexively went to the rapier by her side. It didn't seem like much, especially by Legacy standards, but then again, looks could be deceiving. <br/><br/>As was the case here. Leasick's anti-gravity field ensured that Dynah glided down like a feather, graceful in her descent. Once down, she softly turned to the leader and asked,"So - exactly where do we go from here?"<br/></td></tr></tbody></table>