<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/davJBJd.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Cassidy Cane</span></strong><br/><strong>Lvl 1 Human Gunslinger/Ranger</strong>– 14 / 14<strong>HP</strong>–<strong>AC</strong>18 – Character Sheet (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1616006)<br/><em>Bounty Hunter, Serial Drunkard, Has some kind of beef with the Hellknights</em><hr/><strong>“Heh heh, I can just imagine that.” </strong>Cassidy said with a snigger, showing a few teeth with her smile,<strong>“Him standing there with his eyes all big and wide, half-thinking you’re gonna stick an arrow in his temple, and half too dazed to realize he’s staring.  You giving him that smokey look you like so much as you close the gap and just—“</strong>she made a snatching motion at the air, her mean spirited snigger moving to a bemused chuckle.<br/><strong><br/>“Mouser’s alright, a little slight for my tastes maybe, but he’s a little scared o’ me and I <em>like</em> that.”</strong>she finally said, glancing over her shoulder with a smirk.  It faded slowly after a moment though, her eyes driving forward again.<br/><br/>She trailed off a bit as if she were considering that for a moment, her head tipping back as her gray eyes scanned the boughs overhead, watching the way the tiny pinpricks of light fought to push through the leafy cover of the forest.  She hopped up a fallen log, sticking her arms out more for effect than anything as she used it to cross a low gulley.<br/><br/><strong>“Hey, Tem--”</strong>her voice came out a little thick, as if she was forcing something passed a lump in her throat<strong>“…fuck.” </strong>She cut herself off, hopping down from the log, her gloved hands making fists at her side.<br/><br/><strong>“I ain’t gonna ask you to change.  Hell, I don’t even want you to, we’ve had way too much fun over the years.”</strong>She paused, hooking her thumbs in her coat pockets, keeping her eyes on the trail ahead,<strong>“Jest … do me a kindness?  If you gotta screw Hellknights, don’t brag about it, eh?”</strong><br/><br/>She hunched her shoulders a bit, scrunching her face up.  It wasn’t exactly the<em>diplomatic</em>way to ask a favor, but she was too raw and dancing around the issue was just dragging things out.  Broaching the subject from an angle was the best she could manage.<br/><strong><br/>“It’s like a cold knife in my guts.”</strong>