A bauriar girl entered, muscular and curvaceous, with a v-necked shirt or reinforced hide and an armored saddle-blanket.  Beneath the ever-present patina of soot, her barely-blond hair and the matching curls on her mountain-goat like lower torso gleamed a soft gold.  She also wore carefully reinforced saddlebags and a variety of weapons, most noticeably a bastard sword across her back.<br/><br/>She sighed at the creepy trappings, hoping these people just dealt with death and weren’t some of those people who were obsessed with proving life was futile.  The undead fly got a nervous scowl, but she shrugged and strode up to the table. “Good afternoon,” she offered in a perky soprano.  “I understand you have need of an honest hiresword?”<br/><br/><em>note, this was a simulpost with Khan.</em>