<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 raised an eyebrow at the mention of 'complications', but she decided not to press it. For now, she was just satisfied that they had seemed to smooth out the weirdness between them. In part because it meant it was one less thing to get in the way of her focus, and also because she rather liked Edan, and was relieved to see she hadn't scared her away. She grinned as Edan seemed to approve, "I do wonder if it projects the appropriate... commanding image... but what the hell, sometimes looking cute works too."<br/><br/>She reached up to adjust the crown a little, making sure it was securely in place, before looking back to Edan and saying, "In any case, I'm glad to see you're here. Truth be told, I wouldn't mind spending some more down time together sometime. Maybe... lighter on the drink than last time. But I've always enjoyed your company too."