<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b3/Elven_Spellslinger.jpg)</div><strong>Scotsi Meridian</strong><br/><br/>Scotsi snoozed peacefully in her tent.  Her arms were wrapped around her musket as if it were  teddy bare, and her pouched belt lay next to her bed roll.<br/><br/>Upon seeing that the scouting was in good hands, the redhead had cheerfully participated in Sam’s little race, and lost!  She’d laughed about it walked the occasional patrol through the day.  About a minute after she disappeared into the shade of her tent, she called out, “Hey Sam!”<br/><br/>When she had the ‘lucky charm’s’ attention, a pair of lacey red panties—wadded up in a ball--had flown from the tent and struck her in the cleavage.