<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/pTABkwO.jpg)</div>Name: Curra Xar’cha (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1895388)<br/>Setting: Lansite, Planet Cordovia<br/>Location: Overlooking bandit camp<br/>Tagging: Thea<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">“It’s already in the wrong hands and I can’t think of the right ones.”</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>“Ours,” Curra answered easily.  “Zhe right hands are always ours.  But denying it to zhem is good too.  If we can’t have something, nobody can,” she nodded sagely.<br/><br/>Once they got close enough to make out the bandit camp in the distance below, Curra scowled in thought.  “It is a strange covered wagon.  I’ve fought some of the svirfneblin zhat sometimes used armored battle-wagons pulled by cave lizards.  Zhey were difficult to assault, but equally difficult to attack from; zhey seemed to be for travel protection.  Zhat is too big for the tiny creatures, though, and again, no lizards…”