Reyna Ramírez-A

Reyna sits cross-legged at her desk, her two wolfs made of metal sat beside her. She was reviewing some reports as she looked up. Her dark brown eyes scanned you up and down. Reyna sat up. Oh? And what so important that you need to talk to me? I told them no visitors. She said coldly, placing the paper down. I'm the praetor of New Rome, Speak.