Chapter 5, Gelron
He was scribbling something down onto the little piece of paper that he'd spotted down below them. It wasn't anything important, just something that he could bring up next time that they had to do this where something might move slightly more efficiently. Rathnyr looked up when Gregory approached him, and he straightened up. Ravandio wasn't a very tall man. You really couldn't be extremely tall if you wanted to live in a cockpit comfortably. All of his exposed skin was also covered in scars. If ever asked about it, the given excuse is 'fights'.
"Yeah, it's not really my thing, logistics and such," he said, looking back to the loading of the Land Raider. It was still a mystery to him as to how they had gotten hold of it, but he hadn't pressed anyone for answers regarding it's presence aboard the Pious Lament. "I'm a fighter, not a book keeper," Ravandio said with a chuckle.