Riamah
Baroness
Deciding to take her leave of the main gathering, Ra ended up having a drink alone at the bar there. Leaning against the counter, she ran some of the faces she had seen through her mind. Remembering their names and placing where she had met some before, one face and name stood out to her.
She had not actually ever met Noah but had heard of him from the Metal Lords. Specifically from HK. A message had been given to her at one point on the chance she ever ran into him.
That chance was now and she went in search of him. Finding him was going to be a little more difficult than she imagined though, but find him she did.
The security command center was bustling with activity and she had to avoid getting knocked into and over a few times. By the time Ra reached who she wanted to speak to, she was probably starting to look a little beat up and worn down.
What had started as a semi-formal outfit was smudged with dirt and wrinkled in a few places. The way she carried herself was something else though. Here was a woman that was confident in who she was and her position. Though she only named one government, she did belong to others. That one probably would hold more weight than any of the others.
"Excuse me, General Corek. I am Ra'a'mah Numare of the Metal Lords. There is a message I have for you from somebody we both know. Is there a place we might be able to speak a little more privately?"
[member="Noah Corek"]
She had not actually ever met Noah but had heard of him from the Metal Lords. Specifically from HK. A message had been given to her at one point on the chance she ever ran into him.
That chance was now and she went in search of him. Finding him was going to be a little more difficult than she imagined though, but find him she did.
The security command center was bustling with activity and she had to avoid getting knocked into and over a few times. By the time Ra reached who she wanted to speak to, she was probably starting to look a little beat up and worn down.
What had started as a semi-formal outfit was smudged with dirt and wrinkled in a few places. The way she carried herself was something else though. Here was a woman that was confident in who she was and her position. Though she only named one government, she did belong to others. That one probably would hold more weight than any of the others.
"Excuse me, General Corek. I am Ra'a'mah Numare of the Metal Lords. There is a message I have for you from somebody we both know. Is there a place we might be able to speak a little more privately?"
[member="Noah Corek"]