<br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/4CudsTT.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Sister Victoria</strong></span>,Female Aasimar Rogue 3/Inquisitor 4 (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2283527)<br/><hr/><strong>HP </strong>42/42 -<strong>AC</strong>18, touch 13, flat-footed 15 -<strong>Perception</strong>14 -<strong>Spells</strong>lv.1: 2/4 lv.2: 2/2<br/><strong>Curses:</strong>Improved Orgasms, Stretchy, Slut Curse, Bioluminescence (appearance 16)<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: N'Trish, open<br/><strong>Conditions</strong>: disguised as guard<br/><strong>Actions</strong>: Looking for signs/directions to an armory or confiscation room<br/><hr/><br/>Victoria continued her trek down the filthy halls of the dungeon, the disgusting sticky stains a fitting bit of symbolism for this place. Still she does not stop and gawk at any of the brazen displays before her. She acts natural, as if it were just another day on the job, and keeps her head forward as she walks past the rutting guards. Hall after hall comes and goes with little discernable difference. She keeps her eyes peeled for any signs and markers she can find, trying to figure out if the prison had a proper armory or confiscation storage, figuring that was where her gear was likely to be.