<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/de/Representing_Fang_of_the_Oroborus.jpeg)</div><strong>Cassandra Kiesling/Fang of the Ouroboros</strong>(https://docs.google.com/document/d/19abwRn2BFKdUsvUX649L3pNDwE16xa074vM_gPItv94/edit)<br/><br/>A tall, hard boddied young woman with black-coffee skin, Fang of the Ouroborus considered the job carefully.  She tried to say calm and not hide her excitement.  Her first run--with her friend Crimson and that sweetie of a big lug Meathead--had been extremely exciting.  When it resulted in their being contacted by Billy Bob she'd been ready for more of that excitement.  'Til now, work for Billy Bob had amounted to being an old school caravan guard.  The one time someone looked like they might take a serious swipe at the corn all it had taken was that they strut their stuff and Meathead give them his killer glare.<br/><br/>This, though.  "I'm interested, Billy Bob.  Tell me about the time tables.  If we prefer to do each pick up one at a time, as a group, do we have long enough to pull that off?"