<div class="floatright">(http://i741.photobucket.com/albums/xx51/Calliedelnoire/SorrowProfile.jpg)</div><hr/><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">Mistress Valerianna Tarn</span></span></strong>,<em>Tiefling Gunslinger</em><br/><strong>Character Sheet</strong>(http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=8678)<strong>HP</strong>:26 (Current: 26)<strong>AC</strong>: 17,<span class="bbc_u"><em>touch</em></span>: 13,<span class="bbc_u"><em>flatfooted</em></span>: 14<br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"> Init: +3 Perception:+6   Saves: F:+3 W:+6 R:+1</span><br/><hr/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Combat Notes</div><div class="spoiler_body"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><strong>Grit</strong>: 1 <strong>Deeds</strong>:<em> Deadeye, Leap for Cover, Quick Clear, Pistol Whip, Utility Shot (Blast Lock, Scoot Object, Stop Bleeding) </em></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><strong>Revolver</strong>: +3, +6 RT; 1d8, 20/x4 Range: 20 Ammo: 6; Notes: 2, 1 Currently broken</span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><strong>Pistol</strong>: +3, +6 RT; 1d8, 20/x4 Range: 20 Ammo: 1</span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><strong>Longsword</strong>, MW: +4; 1d8, 19-20/x2 </span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><strong>Buffs</strong>:<br/><strong>-Potions</strong></span><br/><hr/></div></div><br/>Valerianna could hear the half-orc coming up behind her, but she doubted he'd try to stop her. Odds were he'd flirt with her if his looks in the coach were any indication. She didn't mind the attention, she had grown up being used to it in fact, but her focus was on the task at hand. She needed drink and food, time to work on her guns and a nice spot to eavesdrop on the locals to hear if her quarry was here or not. She strode into the tavern and looked around before walking up to the bar.<br/><br/><strong>"I need a pint, something to eat and quiet table. I've got money and I'm not looking for trouble."</strong>She said quietly from the depths of her hood, keeping as little of her body visible as she had to.