<div class="floatright">(http://ist3-3.filesor.com/pimpandhost.com/5/3/2/5/53250/4/0/W/l/40WlB/6d66ee3d135741348a666f8683211abb_m.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;">Angie Gray</span></span></strong>(http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=976090)<br/><strong>AC</strong>13 (Leather);<strong>Hp:</strong>12/6<br/><strong>Init:</strong>+2;<strong>Speed:</strong>30 ft<br/><strong>Darkvision:</strong>60 ft;<strong>Senses:</strong>Passive Perception 14<br/><strong>Lang:</strong>Human (common); Celestrial; Sylvan<hr/><br/>Angie is slowed in retrieving her remaining weapon, her longbow.    As the some of the villagers greet her with jubilation over the motley crew of defenders that had sprung up to face the sudden threat that had besiege the village.    It through was not without grievous injury through.     She is gifted with copper coins a small bronze amulet and half a flask of blackberry spirit.  She would accept the gifts given.   Thankful for such, she had not done what she did for such.   It through is much appreciated.<br/><br/>"Thank you."  Is the response that she gives to each one.    The crowd would make its way to the inn.   Angie would use this time as the tone of the celebratory aftermath is now shaping into a time of sharing drink and tale.   She would not head with them into the inn.  Instead she would use the moment to go and fetch her longbow.    Her father had always stressed the importance of taking care of ones weapons.   It could possibly mean the difference between life and death.<br/><br/>After collecting her longbow she would look towards the inn where most had gone.    Fearful anticipation would flash upon her facial expression.    Then with seeming to force herself as if fighting her next moves.  She begin to walk towards the inn.   As she walk she open the flask and take a swig of the blackberry spirit.    She close up the flask just as she reaches the inn.   With a momentary pause she would then enter the inn.<br/><br/>The half orc girl enters the inn.  Stopping just as she enters.   She cans the room with her gaze.   Those yellow eyes of hers look over the room.   A uncertain look within them.    As if entering might not be such a good idea.    Then she walk towards the bar.