<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/WyE9ZjV.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Damira</span></span><br/>Half-Drow Gunslinger/Cleric, 12 HP, AC 18, Character Sheet (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1615705).<br/><em>Known for keeping her past to herself.</em><br/><hr/><br/>Danira could hardly roll her eyes any harder as her comrades discussed their exploits with Hellknights. Of course, she'd spent enough time around Temudoria that it didn't seem to bother her all that much. In truth, she was pretty tolerant of sexual matters, and it wasn't like she was a virgin or anything, even if she wasn't quite so... openly sexual as her friend was. She held her musket out in front of her as the others spoke, idly giving it a look over to make sure everything was in order. When she then heard another set of footsteps approaching, she turned to find the source, grinning as she saw another face she recognized. She nodded her head, greeting her fellow gunslinger back.<br/><br/>Hearing her talk she couldn't help but laugh, replying, "I dunno, Cass, you may have a point, but his hook was still strong enough to get both of us deadeye gunslingers to come down here, so I suppose he did something right."<br/><br/>She chuckled and added, "In any case, it's damn good to see you. Assuming the rate is enough to get you to stick around, I'd be happy to have your gun with us. I mean, you know I speak goblin well enough, and I'm all for a peaceful solution but... those bastards never seem too keen on Sarenrae's redemption, do they?"