<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/ff/Musket_lady_by_StreyCat.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Misti Amala<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Sand Point Cathedral Square<br/><strong>With:</strong>Dalkaer Lenfer, anyone.<br/><strong>Status:</strong>HP:11/11, AC 16<br/><br/>At 2013-06-07 01:00:58, Muse (uid: 16) rolls: 1d20a5 Result: 8 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=47087)<br/><br/>Misti rose from her seat when the sermon began and stood attentive.  When the swallowtails were released, her right hand rose in a prayerful gesture.  Her face grew serene as she appreciated the beauty of the spiritual moment.  An angry scowl overcame her as there proved to be a goblin in the center of the cage.  She drew her musket from it’s sheath and shouldered it.  Glancing down at her companion, she spoke with a grim smile, Well, Dalkaer, you wanted to see me shoot this thing?”<br/><br/>She pressed firmly through the frightened crowd towards the cage.  At fourty feet away, she kicked a table up on it’s side and stood behind it for cover.  She lifted her rifle and braced against her shoulder…<br/>