<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c3/R_Avatar1.png)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 20pt;"><strong>Reyna Sinclaire</strong></span></span><br/><br/><hr/><br/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>    </td><td>Reyna sat quietly in one corner, nose thoroughly stooped into the latest book she was reading. Though the cover read 'The Urban Legends of Vale' it  was not exactly what she was reading. Ever since the last embarrassing fiasco, Reyna had learned to cover her tawdry romance novels with another cover, in order to avoid her team mates teasing. What did they know about romance? Granted romance was quite the loose word for a Viking man or Vale noble of old taking a woman for his wife just because he found her physically appealing.<br/><br/>Now those were some real men, their romance ran to the direct. <br/><br/>Leasick snapped her out of her reverie, much to her chagrin. Reyna had just gotten to the good part. Instead of making a fuss about it, she only huffed and buried the book back into her pack. Her hand wrapped around Silent Screamer a moment later, clutching its haft occasionally as she listened. The town they were stopping in was much like the one she was born in, or so she had heard. Seen one fisher village, you've seen them all. Reyna wasn't exactly enthused about the haunting memories just being in this place could stir. <br/><br/>Snapping out of her revere, she followed behind her team mates as they jumped from the Bullhead. Leasick controlled their landing, slowing their ascent enough for them to land neatly. Reyna twirled the pole arm and strapped it to her back upon landing. Her nose instantly smelled the sea coming a little from the left. Her finger went up in the direction of the salty, fishy odor for Dynah's sake. <strong>"There, it smells like the ocean the most from there."</strong><br/><br/><br/></td></tr></tbody></table>