[color=7ea7d8][center][h3][u]Eleanor Jehenne[/u][/h3][/center][/color]

The eager new seeker followed Scholar Printh, though she did hang back to get a good look at what were going to be her fellow squadmates. She expected to see people like her- soldiers with enough combat experience to be prepared for intense warfare but not old enough to be jaded. Eager, hopeful, determined to fight and win.

Instead, what she got was a God Forsaken freakshow. Besides the priest and the elf girl, it looked like almost everyone here was some kind of deranged lunatic, monster, or rabble rouser. Oh, dear. Desperate times call for desperate measures, she supposed. 

She was being far too judgemental. Perhaps it wouldn't be so bad- it's not that she doubted their combat prowess, mroe that she doubted that they would do the right thing with said combat prowess. Swallowing her doubt, Eleanor Jehenne spoke up.

[color=7ea7d8]"Good evening, everyone. I'm Lance Corporal Eleanor Jehenne. I...look forward to getting to know and work with you all."[/color] She quickly walked on, following the Scholar out and not hoping to engage in conversation quite yet.