[center][h2]Natascha Thalberg[/h2][/center]
[center]Randgriz[/center]
Natascha stretched once she got off the train with her luggage. Command didn't exactly book the fastest train for her transit from Anthold to Randgriz, a few hours transit at least, she wasn't keeping track of time only knowing it was taking damn near forever to get here. And she didn't see any reason to move about the train to get food or drink. From her knowledge, the city would have all of that plus her new squad. Which from rumors within her, now old, squad was a bit famous. Some of the others in the old squad even congratulating her on going into a famous squad. Called the [i]Heroes of Vasel[/i] or something.

While moving through the city she took in the sights of the city, this being her first time in any city in more than 20 years. Everything looked different now that she was much older. "[b]Odd[/b]" she involuntarily spoke her mind while walking, "[b]Everything feels smaller.[/b]" she continued. Though she chalked up the smaller feeling city to her taller height.

After some time, she found herself standing in from the hotel she was told her new squad was at. Though she questioned the validity of that report before she even left the station. Shrugging, she entered and saw a small group of people all paying attention to one man. But with everyone in casual dress it was hard to tell if it was a group of rich friends paying a visit to Rangriz, or her new squad. Still, she approached the man who had been addressing the rest. There was only one way to find out which one was true. "[b]Excuse me sir, but would you happen to be Corporal Hunt?[/b]" Natascha could swear she was hearing some sort of annoyed voice coming from the reception desk, but couldn't quite make much sense of it.

She was still wearing her lancer attire, as she didn't have the time to change into something more civilian before going to the city.