<div class="floatleft">(https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/530bb19ae4b0f46761869858/1612110115174-GV8QNZ2OBFCLR1WWL8C2/ke17ZwdGBToddI8pDm48kHB00BEkyRRGLt1RtQ7mpNsUqsxRUqqbr1mOJYKfIPR7LoDQ9mXPOjoJoqy81S2I8PaoYXhp6HxIwZIk7-Mi3Tsic-L2IOPH3Dwrhl-Ne3Z2OOsNqtIpJt34lX9D_gnHcBUjXvwolrSIHY2FWcE2ob4xb27qhdBlCJwccbVYQTp-/Cartographer+Kyla+Morgan.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Rayna (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2459501)<br/></span></span><hr/><em>Lv Gunslinger 3/alchemist 1</em><br/><strong>HP:</strong>42/42<br/><strong>AC:</strong>20<br/><strong>Standard Perception:</strong>+7<hr/><br/>Rayna was up already when the captain called out for the crew, her hands busily working across the pages before her. Her fingers were covered in dark pencil residue as her fingers quickly scribble across the pages. The pages she was working on had been a pet project of hers. A new gun, an exciting new addition to her arsenal or so she hoped. It would take a few days to create for sure but hell they hadn’t been up to much in the past few days. Well beyond the usual rowdy behavior, some of which still lay behind her on the bed she’d claimed the day they rented out the inn.<br/><br/>Soon Kira joined in on calling out the crew and Rayna knew it was time to get moving. So she stood up and rolled up the sketches before her. After all, leaving her designs out for the world to see was just bad business. Once that was done and they were all stuffed back into the carrying tube she turned to the two people in her bed and sighed. The couple had been loads of fun, but they needed to go now. So Rayna gathered their clothes and kicked the bed. The woman started first which had her male companion up in no time. Names...damn it what were their names? Rayna couldn’t remember, and Mouser had already vanished on. “Ok you two time to go, got business to attend to.” She tossed the clothes at the duo and waved them off as they tried to protests, ‘Nope sorry you can’t stay, no get out before I have to get my angry face on.” She looked at them but smiled once they started to get dressed. Realizing she was standing there naked herself Rayna laughed and moved to get dressed. After all, this was about work, or so she hoped, so it was time to be serious and not naked...sadly.<br/><br/>Finally, after a long moment, Rayna slipped back downstairs, her entertainment for the previous evening slipping out the side door. Silent and somewhat ashamed of what they had done. Shame had no place in Rayna’s word, not when there were so many things in life that made you feel so damn good. As far as Rayna was concerned she had broadened their horizons and gave their marriage a bit of livening up. Just what they needed no matter what they thought of the moment now.<br/><br/>Finally making her way over to a chair Rayna flopped down and smiled, briefly looking to the stage and remembering the little show she and Mouser had put on. Though she couldn’t recall who of the crew had watched, as she was a bit distracted at the time. Still, good times, “So we finally making it off this hunk of rock?” She asked looking around at the rest of the crew. “Agreed Del,” Rayna agreed with Del’s comment about the captain's dick with a laugh. It was easy to tell that the crew was getting antsy being on dry land for so long, even with the inn and all the entertainment their captain tried to provide. Poor boy, he really was trying, “I’m sure the captain has a plan.” She firmly nodded having utter faith in their fearless leader.<br/><hr/><br/><strong>GM Notice:</strong>Nothing.