<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/77/Joss_Deadeye.jpg)</div><strong>Joss Deadeye</strong>(https://docs.google.com/document/d/1Yzc5Rj0uj0qH5EMnfaRNStF7S_DKoQcSwjK_2eb3f5A/edit)<br/><br/>The blond girl grined as Gunner sent the sqiruly man flying.  She retrieved her dagger from the wall and checked if she'd bloodied it.  "I do love watching you work, Gunner."<br/><br/>Joss took the sword and studdied it, checking for sign of heraldic devices, or even just a smith's stamp.  If the man was half as dangerous as she vaugely suspected, the blade was probably the work of a good old fashoined sword smith, plying his cart with a blend of techniques old as time and cutting edge tools.<br/><br/>Or maybe she'd find a cheap assembly line peice of drek that barely qualifed as a sword.  If he was both a poser<em>and</em>an idiot, it might be a show piece made of materials so cheap they would shatter like a glass bottle on first solid contact with honest steel.<br/><br/>She flashed him a playful grin, "The girls I might go home too are up in Scotland these days.  Sweet as their kisses are, I'm still the kid sister to them."  Sensual pink lips grinned broader.  Then she blinked.  Sweet kisses from strong and beautiful girls.  It reminded her of someone.  The moment it reminded her, Joss's eyes fluttered shut and she blushed a little.  "Or..."  The blond girl gave a litle shrug.  "Sorry, I think...  Maybe I've got my eye on someone."  The blond looked Sven over, then gave a little sigh.  "Damn it, Sven.  I must have it bad if I'm turning down a drink with a beefcake like you."<br/><br/>Joss studdied the blade again.<br/><br/>"Well, at least I have the perfect excuse to go see her when we're done here."