Quinta Jana.  Human female fighter 3.<br/>http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=8873 (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=8873)<br/><br/>Just off the boat.  Not an unusal feeling for Quinta Jana, not at all.  The soldier had been all over the middle sea, transport by ship was much quicker and easier than land march, yessieree bob.  But the open ocean had been... new, let's say.  It took her a bit to readjust to land.  Some might have said she was a bit green around the gills, but not to the tall woman's face.  It was hot, sticky, the humidity was bad but the temperature not unlike what she grew up with. She scanned the crowd with outward confidence, inward uncertainty.  She wasn't used to beig on hr own, not having somebody to watch her back, to watch theirs in turn, that was a new and unpleasant feeling.  She shrugged, picked a random direction and started walking.  Since she didn't know where she was going, one direction to explore was as good as another.  roasting meat, a whiff of....gator?  Really?  Long time since she had that.  She turns her head and sees a stall with smoke rising from a grill.  Much better than shipboard fare.  maybe she has an appetite after all.