<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/cf/22/54/cf2254dd90b3889e14b2a575d2674284.jpg)</div><strong>Zhendaya</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=315165.msg15233930#msg15233930)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Merc. Co. HQ<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: All | Open<br/><strong>HP</strong>: 23/23<strong>AC</strong>: 18<br/><strong>Active Effects</strong>: N/A<br/><hr/><br/>A brow quirked as her question went unanswered, but it seemed of little consequence, since the others were willing to shift their focus to the less questionably-moral target.  As the others moved to fetch themselves things to eat, she studied the rest of the mercenaries in the room, idly checking the bindings that kept her armor in place to ensure they were all still sufficiently tightened.<br/><br/>Her mind wandered to the idea of being free of the city for the first time in a while, enjoying the open road on their way to the bandit's hideout.  A faint smile touched her lips at the thought of camping down for the night with her fellow soldiers of fortune, and she made a note to ensure they had plenty of supplies to carry them through.  Of course, they might be able to do some hunting or pick up rations along the way.<br/><br/>"Jenny, be a dear and bring me a couple of those tarts?  Are they pear or apple?  Oh, it doesn't matter either way."