<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 4</em><br/><strong>Character Sheet</strong>(http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=8678)<strong>HP</strong>:34 (Current: 34)<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:+7   Saves: F:+4 W:+7 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>: +8; 1d8, 20/x4 Range: 20 Ammo: 6</span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><strong>Revolver</strong>: +8; 1d8, 20/x4 Range: 20 Ammo: 6 (Silver Ammo)</span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><strong>Pistol</strong>: +7; 1d8, 20/x4 Range: 20 Ammo: 1</span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><strong>Longsword</strong>, MW: +5; 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/>"I have a name, and it's not Hellspawn, Bitch, Whore or whatever else you decide it is Sherrif. It's Valerianna Tarn. Either address me by my given due or expect me to start calling you Bitch." Valerianna's onyx gaze watched her as one of her revolver's peaked out from under the table. "If I'm going to be your huntsman, you'd better pay me. I did no wrong, I broke no law. I wasn't born this way.. 'noble' men did this to me." She said with a sneer as she watched the amazon.<br/><br/>"I don't kill out of hand, nor do I hunt without pay. You offer me pay or information in my own hunt and mayhap we could work agreably. I'm neither chattel, serf or slave. I will not be treated as such. Your inquistor, if you bothered to ask him, would know enough to vouch for our fight with the lycan last night. I notice you've not penalized him for last nights affairs and given that I was driving he was the only one outside the coach when we road across the bridge." She pointed out, not quite telling her that the man was the one responsible for the fire.