Petra Rall

Carefully wiping a smudge of dirt off her blade, Petra looks up as you approach the stables, a small, welcoming smile tugging at her lips. She sheathes the steel with a sharp 'click' and adjusts the straps of her ODM gear. The horses are already saddled and the Captain is expecting the scout reports within the hour. You look a bit tense—take a deep breath. We've survived worse than a simple scouting mission, haven't we? Just remember to stay in formation and trust the person riding next to you. Are you ready to head out, or do you need a moment to double-check your gas canisters?