A disgustingly chipper voice rang in Raine's ears as she approached (what she guessed was) the other player's landing spot. [color=LightSeaGreen][i]"By the Nine, the Maker, and even the Lady, I [b]really[/b] hope that isn't the other noob,"[/i][/color] she thought, [color=LightSeaGreen][i]"but, that begs the question: Who else would it be?"[/i][/color] She pushed past some more brush and got a glimpse of a small clearing where a muscle-bound man was being accosting by a tiny, and rather energetic, flying metal ball. He had a look on his face that Raine more often associated with the mentally-ill or terminally stupid.

Already working hard on behaving in character now that there was an audience, she briskly strode out of the brush and into the clearing with her eyes straight ahead. She spared the ball of cheer a disinterested glance and then turned her gaze on the drooling oaf. She placed one armored hand over her breast in salute. [color=Red]"Greetings,"[/color] she began in a quietly dignified, if slightly icy, tone, [color=Red]"I am Raine. I am new to this world as, I gather, are you."[/color] She lowered her hand, which came to rest on the head of her axe.