<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v181/Kittenpeeler/Pathfinder%20Characters/tumblr_na2v1xDjRZ1qjto1yo3_1280.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Ramzenny Tarblottle</span><br/><strong>AC:</strong>20<br/><strong>HP:</strong>16<br/><strong>Perception:</strong>-1, Darkvision<br/><hr/><br/>Ramzenny listened to her.. co-workers, she supposed, a frown forming on her lips. She looks to Iriel, shrugging her small shoulders. "The law picks its priorities. Lam pushes shiver, and mostly it's people in the Old City and shingles getting caught in it... so... low priority." She scrubs her hands against the rough fabric of the breeches she wears outside of her temple, looking up to Larsen<br/><br/>"I<em>hope</em>you're not talking about... assassination, though. He's a scumbag, but just selling drugs isn't call for a knife in the back." She pauses, rolling a shoulder again. "Maybe a good roughing-up..." she mutters under her breath, before pursing together, and she rubbing the back of her neck. "We're all just assuming, though.<em>What about</em>this guy?"