<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/WyE9ZjV.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Damira</span></span><br/>Half-Drow Gunslinger/Cleric, 12 HP, AC 18, Character Sheet (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1615705).<br/><em>Known for keeping her past to herself.</em><br/><hr/><br/>Damira grinned as she heard Victor, looking over to him as he said he had a few of the items she was hoping for. She thought to herself for a moment before saying, "Well, I don't think we should necessarily go overkill on the first goblins we encounter. But still, that switchback is going to be a death funnel. If the goblins attack us there with heavy numbers, those could help thin out their numbers pretty nicely. Or at least soften them up for the kill. If you're confident in your throwing arm, hold onto 'em. If not, maybe see if anyone else is."<br/><br/>She then looked around at the rest of the group, before shifting her gaze out towards their destination. She stared quietly for a few moments, as though looking for something. Signs of their scouts, perhaps. She knew it was silly to worry, they were both excellent at what they did. They'd be fine. Like hell some goblins would be the end of them, but still, there was a small knot in her stomach. If anything happened to them... She knew she couldn't start thinking like that. Second guessing yourself like that was the worst thing a leader could do. She had to believe they'd be fine. She knew they would. They had to come back, because they were all she had.<br/><br/>She shook her head, reaching up and giving her own cheek a little slap as she muttered to herself, "If they'd been made, we'd know. You know damn well how loud a gunshot is. Stop fretting over nothing like a child, Mira. Get your damn head in the game."<br/><br/>After her little pep-talk, she turned back to the rest of the group and said, "Anyone have any other suggestions, or questions or anything of the like, I'm all ears!"