<strong>Herring</strong>(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=88805.msg4327273#msg4327273)<strong>, checking in at the Front Desk with Victor.</strong><br/><br/>Herring turned her attention quickly to the young man entering the lobby, but her movements were not quick at all. From the way he carried himself and addressed her, she guessed that he was as legitimate as an employee of the fine place could get, though perhaps having to actually try to look happy to greet her. She returned the smile with an easy one of her own. Of course, she was happy. This looked to be the moment her life had painfully and patiently wound up to. She was quite quiet until everything seemed to be in order, and the mention of weapons ended with the tickling of ammunition as she cast it from the chambers of her over-sized revolver, unloading it into her bag.<br/><br/>"That would be me... Herring will do nicely, and lets not stress over delays. Some people spend their whole lives waiting. I hope you don't mind that I keep the custom caliber ammunition. Won't have anyone using this bad boy without my permission," she casually introduced herself and explained before setting the hand cannon on the desk to reach down and pull a tanto from each boot with great ceremony. They were sharp as razors and engraved beautifully with lotus flowers. Likely a gift from one of her Far East clients. They joined the revolver delicately, as if to more than merely suggest her weapons were precious to her. The next action was for her to reach into her bag and deftly set a repeating hunting rifle on the desk, turning in what looked to be her main weapon with a lot less grace. It looked worn and heavily used, as well as customized. She had used it to hunt the more exotic animals she had met in her recent travels, and it was still loaded. One look at it from a trained eye would bring with it the relief that the bizarre, mostly Russian patchwork rifle actually had a safety, which was on.<br/><br/>The young woman wasn't even done. She pulled three makeshift grenades from small pouches in her leather bodice and added them to the collection, along with a small glass phial containing a mysterious clear liquid. "These particulars need to be stored carefully. They're both delicate and deadly." It was finally over when she pulled a sheathed machete from under her brass buttoned jacket and placed it on the table with a wry smirk, and removed her hat to pull out, one at a time, a dozen throwing stars stored within it. She clearly had learned to be armed to the teeth as a lone merchant, and rightly so. The last thing she took from her hat was an innocent-looking fountain pen. She seemed ready to check in, after all. Eye contact with Victor seemed important now, mostly because she wanted a reaction to all these weapons.<br/><br/><strong>...possibly disarmed herself at the Front Desk.</strong>