<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/2ytsUmk.jpg?1)   </div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Koba  (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1741393)</strong></span><br/><em>Trapmaster/Survivalist<br/>HP: 33; AC 19.  Conditions: None.</em><br/><br/>[ooc note: Most establishments want 2 silver for ale.  In cosmopolitan Varisia, maybe 4-- in political-hipster Ordelia-- run-down or not-- a half-gold.  That sound about right, Phantom?  Salvador and Winnie are tipping well.]<br/><br/>Having stayed a little longer with the driver to ensure there wouldn't be any trouble with the locals, Koba is one of the later arrivals to the regathered allies.  The militiamen in the street were eyeing her, of course, but a half-orc was not unheard of here.  Still, perhaps it was her posture, or some gleam in her eye, but she always set people on edge... particularly these civilized types.  Ignoring the sting of their careful watching, she sauntered into the tavern, taking care not to slam the door, not to cause alarm.<br/><br/>With her face slightly inclined, one of her braids dangled alongside her face as she scanned the room.  The gesture and her expression might seem shy, or demure, on other women, but with Koba it looked almost skulking and cross... at least, to those who didn't know her.  In truth, her face was rather human, not without its beauty, but always carrying some kind of restrained distrust.<br/><br/>She crossed the room, across worn floorboards and sawdust, through the long rays of a late Aradus afternoon spilling into the room.  Other patrons' eyes returned to their business with minimal concern when she made her way to Val, Winnie, and Salvador.<br/><br/>Tipping her chin at an empty stool, she asked, "Is this a seat for a lady?"  She'd taken quickly to her own...<i>flavor, perhaps?</i>... of common-cultured humor, despite her years in the wild.  "Let me know if she arrives.  I'll give her a kiss."<br/><br/>If it's not offered, she'll reach, expectantly, for a sip from Salvador and Winnie's cups, each in turn, before paying the silver for her own and-- of course-- offering them the first of it.  Another of her... quirkier behaviors.<br/>