"Uh..So am I!" The small, waifish looking woman who now comes into the party, raising her massive (and rather strange looking)pistol above her shoulder, signifying her eagerness to help Fiona. "I'm Gildra d'Anjou, pleased to meet you." she says with her characteristic smile and polite voice, giving a small curtsey following her words. Gildra is known in some circles due to her extensive knowledge of mechanics, gunpowder, and chemistry, but most people know her as the source of all the fires and smoke that break out in the town, her bad luck legendary. The gunslinger frowned a bit at the womanizers presence, his reputation also well known around these parts.<br/><br/>Gildra already looked out of place in this crowd, between the giant woman, the Duskblade the Orc, and the Aasimar. She was absolutely tiny compared to everyone in the group and wore nothing recognizable as armor. In place of it she wore an elegant silk gown and skirt with extensive floral patterns stitched into them, the frock and wrists ending in layers of frills. Her white silk covered legs end in a pair of rather fancy looking shoes, rose-petal clasps holding them tight to her feet. Fastened below her backpack was another thing radically different from her companions, a new invention of hers, a long-rifle with a strange mechanism around the trigger which extends down along the silver-etched stock, both it and her brand-new pistol fed by an ammo-pack on her belt.<br/><br/>"I've got these two new guns to try out, spent months making them. Should be able to shoot twice a second with 'em." She smiles a bit, spinning the chamber on her revolver and holstering it. Despite this show of gunsmanship, she still looks like a pretty vulnerable target for a good grope.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>