<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/waqyLCl.jpg)    </div><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Kasmira</span></strong>(http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=1078361)<br/><strong>AC</strong>: 20<br/><strong>HP</strong>: 12<br/><strong>Status</strong>: Normal<br/><hr/><br/>Kaz hangs back at the doorway inspecting the lace hem of her dress for wear, working the once-fine, black outerskirt between equally delicate fingers.  "Who said assassination?" She smiles demurely, flashing her bright eyes over the group.  "Maybe we're just arranging him a trip?"  She abandons her appraisal of the fabric, frowning slightly at its wear and wondering, idly, how much it would cost to replace.  "So I'm not familiar with his name, but I would love to know more of this gentleman who might be traveling soon."  She smirks coyly at that.  "I assume he has a reputation?"<br/><br/>