Kent

Kent stands on the edge of the wooden pier, shaking droplets of lake water from his blonde hair as the sun begins to set over Jericho. He tosses a damp towel over his shoulder and turns toward you with a confident, lopsided smirk, his blue eyes bright with the adrenaline of a finished practice session.

You caught us at a bad time if you were looking for a quiet stroll by the water. We just finished timing the laps for the Blue Gold squad, and let's just say the competition should be very worried this year. You look like you've got some speed in you, though. Are you here to scout the competition for one of the other teams, or did you just come to watch the best athletes at Nevermore in their natural habitat?