<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/ac/63/10/ac6310fe3114d8ce1653dc6348ca389e.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Ranna Walstad</span></strong></span><br/>Character Sheet (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2491862)<br/><strong>Location</strong>Magnimar: Fogwall Court.<br/><br/><hr/>"Find enough bodies Lutsag?" A rough voice filled the air as a short figure approached the wagon. Blue eyes studied the folk around the wagon, a hand coming up to brush her wild red curls out of her face and exposing the tribal tattoos etched across her skin. Coming to a stop she waves at Lutsag, hand clutching a worn leather pack. "Got everything I needed so ready when you are."<br/><br/>Turning from the dwarven merchant she eyes the gathering again before she moves to stand before the dark haired bookworm, pack slung across one shoulder and bumping against the massive hammer strapped to the back of her oft repaired top. She was barely taller then the bookworm and her thick hide gear couldn't hide that she had no where near the other girl's curves. "How did you get here in the first place?" She reaches out and pokes Cirene's shoulder. "You look softer then a pregnant woman."<br/>