<div class="floatright">(http://i1300.photobucket.com/albums/ag94/Autocad-E/__original_drawn_by_dongho_kang__5f13cb71b6a4c32f38b39dd283544967_zpsdfyvxdk8.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Rala Kloth</span>(https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1651081)<br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">N Human Ranger</span><br/>Location:Back at the table<br/>Tagged: Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Rala shook Zimora's hand and afterwards found herself facing the daunting task of cleaning sticky peach juice off her hand without appearing like she was a bigot who needed to wash her hands after touching a non-human...<br/><br/>Their tiny, flamboyant benefactor caught Rala's curiosity, but it was the contract that held her attention. Having moved back to the table to study it properly, it seemed the usual commercial legalese to which Rala was no stranger, having dealt with such things while in charge of the Kloth family business. Satisfied that the written document matched the spoken terms, she started signing the contact, pausing only when she arrived at the one point they hadn't all agreed on yet.<br/><br/>"Name of Party?" Rala raised her head and looked around at the diverse group that at first glance had so little in common. "Anyone got any ideas? I don't want to put down anything to do with Misfits," she tried to joke.