Sis?  This was the... older or younger sister?  Hell, didn't matter really, but she suspected older by the more aggressive outgoing nature she gave off.  Firstborns were like that after all.  More odd and notable was the lack of space-taking fixtures in such a large home, beyond simply 'less than average' for such places.  Tough times as the big sister said... apparently quite the tough times too if this was the situation they lived in by comparison of what they used to...<br/><br/>And the younger sister, smaller, more bookish, glasses... and was that a pistol?  Hell yes it was!  Nice one too... but hey, stepping forward, she did a gentle bow to the smaller gun-toting woman.<br/><br/>"Name's Petra, and I'm here fulfilling a request you made regarding a certain group of bandits and a cloak." she said, grinning as she produced it "Bandits are... well, dead is an understatement.  Found this cloak amongst their trappings, is it the one you seek?  Nice gun by the way; you build it yourself like me?"<br/><br/>She tapped her gun at her hip, which while of expert craftsmanship was less intricate in design, built for comfort and simplicity because simplicity meant less parts that could foul up a shot on you.