Regina was walking through town, looking up at everything. "It's all so big." she said to herself, stopping as she heard a voice. He was asking another men about the words of an old man. Listening from a distance, she heard something about dragons. She waited, still listening for a while, until one of them mentioned he was waiting for the blacksmith to open. Looking at the shop's sign, she noticed they were in front of the blacksmith. Walking over quickly, she leaned against the wall beside the door. "Any guess about when they open?" she asked, looking up at the men. She smirked as she drew one of her throwing daggers, letting it float a few inches above her hand. "I'm running low on daggers again. Then again, that always seems to happen with a lot of ranged weapons. Hell, one of my friends went through 500 arrows just hunting for us back at the school." She caught the dagger and slid it back in its pouch as she stood straight. "By the way, I heard y'all talking about dragons. I'd like to join you." To show off a little, she levitated herself three feet off the ground, lifting the top of her head three inches above Siegfried's. "Any qualms about a halfling psionicist?"
