<br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/NS0l6J6.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Asgregith Brickbrew (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2458779)<br/></span></span><hr/><em>Lvl 4 Dwarf Gunslinger</em><br/><strong>HP:</strong>48/48<br/><strong>AC:</strong>19<br/><strong>Standard Perception:</strong>+11<hr/><br/>Asgregith was busy, as she often was, with recalibrating the complex mechanisms of her two favorite things in the world - the heavy and light pelletbows, of course. And her third favorite thing, the largest mug the bartender had found filled with ale, was in front of her, so why would she complain? Of course, staying here for long would've never worked out, so it was good that the captain called for a meeting when he did, finally. Adjusting a final screw on one of her weapon's straps, she slid both of them back into their carrying sheathes on her back, before emptying her mug and slamming it now empty back onto the bar, before walking over to the captain's table.<br/><br/>Kira was thankfully just the right amount of loud to get any annoying extra ears out of the place, so the dwarf didn't have to shoot anyone in the face today. Almost a shame, really, maybe she was getting rusty already? That last fight with the bastard Erag hadn't been that long ago, and it had been...<em>messy.</em>Sure, they had all gotten out with enough gold to drink to excess<em>and</em>get a bunch of magical gear to equip themselves, but equip for what? Like Kira so eloquently put it, right now, Kazael was the captain of a barstool and tankard, if even that. With crossed arms, the bolt ace leaned against the wall next to the captain's table - casually, but also not without reason, as this gave her a great view of most of the room and windows, just in case anyone thrown out tried something stupid, like coming back with friends or listening at a window.<em>Then</em>her two best friends would get a workout after all, but it probably wouldn't happen, sadly.<br/><br/>She was never a dwarf of many words, but grunted in agreement when the half-orc made her demand for details of whatever the captain had planned next. "Yeah. This place is getting boring."<br/><br/><hr/><strong>GM Notice:</strong>