Ni'Srilan: The Desert: Commander <u>Baraqel</u>, Recruit Rin, at your service.

Rin was exceedingly nervous, she had been in the land for a while, and for the most part stayed fairly antisocial. She had encountered the queen of the region briefly, but then had been lost among the crowd. This was not a horrible thing for the socially awkward mare, but it was time for her to meet her commander. She wasn't much for initiative, simply because she was so green. She had fought before, to be sure, but didn't know the processes and procedures of the strange land, nor their customs and mannerisms. In the militaristic field, this was exceedingly important. You mess up the manners and customs, it could mean a possible demotion.

For this reason, Rin's stomach clenched tightly, causing acid to leak into the bottom of her esophagus. Her mind was reeling as she looked around for the Commander. Although, she didn't even know what the stallion [she was assuming he was a stallion...] looked like, and was rather hoping that something would distinguish it. She had a fairly observant eye, but for this moment she was unsure if that alone would lead to success.