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Quietly observing the other Initiates, Reynald made a few key-notices regarding each one. 

The closest to him was probably the youngest of the group yet his size and appearance hid this fact quite well. Reynald observed this one playing a game of cards with one of the deckhands, a game which escalated quickly to the point of him drawing a blade to settle the argument and take his winnings. “[i][color=DAA520]These sort of actions only serve to reveal your youth and inexperience..[/color][/i]” Reynald judged in his mind, having learned to keep the majority of his opinions to himself. He assumed this lad must be quite skilled in combat, otherwise he should still be in training at one of the strongholds and not here on this expedition.

The next person, he happened to have heard her name before. Syrrissia Wyrn. Judging solely by her appearance, one would easily underestimate this woman, with her thin build and short stature. Yet, if what he heard can be trusted, this constitution hides quick reflexes and sharp maneuverability. Taking those in consideration, Reynald approved of her choice of weapon, the bow favors those light on their feet and with nimble fingers. He knew little else about her, the rest remaining to be seen.

They also appeared to have an Elder Blooded one amongst their ranks. A woman of considerable stature, easily standing higher than Reynald or anyone else currently present. Taking notice of her attire, one could assume she was not someone who would boast great strength or combat skill but rather her strengths lie in other areas. Reynald often saw the Elder Blooded as heretics due to their practices of worshiping some false deity, yet perhaps this one was a rare exception as she was not only part of the Order but was deemed worthy enough to be part of this expedition. Regardless, Reynald would keep a close eye on this one.

The one who helped the Elder Blooded woman with her gear was someone Reynald had difficulty getting a proper read on. Nearly mistaking him for a woman, this person appeared physically unimposing and quite distant from everyone. The few times he observed him, he was scrawling in some leather-bound book, probably a journal of sorts. There was something about him thought, something that made Reynald feel like he should not let his guard down in his vicinity. He sighed and wonder what it could be…

The last one was one Reynald already knew well enough. Vayen Del’mor, the only person whom he spoke with during this voyage though it was more her who interacted with him than the other way around.  What could he say about her? She was a particularly experienced tracker and will most probably adapt to the environment easier and faster than anyone else present. He was a bit surprised to find out that she was coming along on this expedition, considering her personality, Reynald was pretty sure that she [i]demanded[/i] to participate when she heard that he himself was going to be called upon. Vayen would often make jests which Reynald would consider borderline blasphemy, yet he knew that she did that only to obtain some sort of reaction from him. He couldn’t understand her reasoning yet Reynald would rarely give her the satisfaction of showing that it bothered him. 

Just as he was pondering about her, Vayen showed herself, casually walking past the youngster of the Order and seating herself right next to Reynald, listening to the inquiry from the Elder Blooded woman and the answer Reinham gave to her. So their destination was some village called Osen, still inhabited if he heard correctly. Reynald would wonder what sort of people they would find there, being more concerned with exactly how affected the populace may be from the magic going wild on the island. Just as the Witch Hunter mentioned before, don’t let your guard down.  His thoughts were interrupted by Vayen, something he has gotten used to long ago. [color=0072bc]"Thank the stars because If we have to spend another day on this stench filled god-forsaken vessel someone was going to cop a beating"[/color] she whispered into his hooded ear. Reynald slightly leaned in her direction so she could hear him while he wouldn’t have to speak particularly loudly “[color=DAA520][b]The one getting a beating would be you, considering the current state you are in at the moment[/b][/color]” he answered, his voice muffled by the mask. He knew well enough that Vayen particularly disliked open waters and not only once did he notice her feeling seasick, making a number of trips on deck to most probably empty the contents of her stomach on the side of the ship. 

Most observes would probably assume that Reynald and Vayen were friends, while she probably regarded him as such, Reynald would be hesitant to say the same. He saw her as a comrade and a sister of the Order, one whom he happened to know and have a past with. The sudden movement of the ship had most probably taken everyone by surprise. Reynald himself did struggle not to tip over since he already was leaning in Vayen’s direction, thankfully he managed to keep his composure and fall over her. He judged that this may be a sign that they were close and shared this thought with Vayen “[color=DAA520][b]Almost there..[/b][/color]” he said to her while standing up and slinging his Claymore on his back, adjusting the straps and belt of the scabbard. He was planning to go on deck to get a good view of their destination. He took one step before he stopped, sighed deeply and then turned around, offering Vayen a hand on helping her stand up. “[color=DAA520][b]Come on. The Almighty heard your prayers for reaching land soon and we are close. Let’s see what awaits us.[/b][/color]”     
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