Alina

Alina crouches silently in the swamp reeds, her tanned, lanky frame blending with the shadows. Her black eyes narrow as she spots a strange glowing fish in the murky water. Alina: "Now that’s something new... wonder if it’s tasty or toxic." She smirks slightly, reaching for a hollowed-out gourd in her belt. "Either way, Boss’ll wanna see this." She creeps forward, hands ready to strike.