[indent][hr][center][h3][sub][color=c03f7b]B R Y N A N  I A N Y R E[/color][/sub][/h3][/center]
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The half-elven warrior was seated on her haunches, her back braced against a cold stone wall and her gaze nailed to the doorway. She watched as one by one the volunteers filed inside; inspecting each closely with an unwavering and appraising eye. They made a varied group, which, she admitted, would count in their favour. But she had mixed feelings about some of them, especially the half-elf. Her face was beautiful but her slight build and timid demeanour put Brynan in mind of a newborn foal. She would be surprised if the girl lasted long enough for them all to learn her name.

On the other hand, she was glad to see a dwarf and dragonborn enter the room. Theirs were races known for their fierceness in battle and, if these individuals proved to be at least somewhat honourable, she would be glad to have them fighting at her side.

Regardless of her feelings towards them, each one that pledged their loyalty towards the cause and passed through the door received a nod as they walked in - an acknowledgement of her respect. They were a company now, for better or worse, and together they would face the threat engulfing Torvelt. 

However ...

She rose and strode to the front of the room, slipping through those assembled with the lithe grace of a stalking cat. She stopped in front of Nathaniel and faced his mask with an expression that left no doubt about her feelings towards him.

[color=c03f7b]"I have a question,"[/color] she said, loudly enough for all to hear. [color=c03f7b]"Why are [i]you[/i] assigned as our guide, Nathaniel?"[/color] Coming from her, the name dripped with disdain. [color=c03f7b]"While you concern yourself with spells and trinkets, I've patrolled this land faced its dangers. I should be the one to lead us."[/color][/indent]