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Lan was completely immersed in her training: feeling the fluid movements of the axe in sync with the rhythm of her arm. So she jumped when she heard a voice behind her. She swung around, almost burying the large weapon into her new teammate...Mayan, or metalhead, or something like that. She honestly couldn't remember.

"Just remember to not scare me like that again, and you won't be. And thanks," she said, accepting his compliment with a slight smile while subtly warning him not to get on her bad side. She didn't particularly like being interrupted during training, especially not when surprised. "I'm sorry, I don't think I've formally introduced myself. My name is Lan Haringer--offensive melee and grunt are my roles." She put her axe on her back and extended her hand to him. She planned to act friendly for a while, just enough to get on everyone's good side. But really all she wanted was to shrug everyone off and be left alone to think of her miserable past and all she could do to prevent the horrible memories from replaying in her head. The last thing she wanted was to be depressed.