<div class="floatright">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/666697280660832257/1018955675147178045/IMG_0269.jpg)</div><strong>Name:Cindrana Longpath</strong><br/><strong>AC:</strong>18|<strong>HP:</strong>17/ 17|<strong>Conditions:</strong><br/><strong>Perception:</strong>+5 |<strong>Stealth:</strong>+7|<strong>Senses: Low light</strong><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>All of group B<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Intrduction<br/><strong>Actions:</strong><br/><hr/><hr/>Cindrana slid into the bar with a saucey smile and a rude shirt on. She’d been adapting well to the surprise that puberty had bestowed on her. Her tail flicked back and forth as she sashayed up to the bar and ordered a bottle of honey mead. Gundren had introduced her to this very blend when he’d help her Gran set up a gunsmith shop.<br/><br/>Initially her reputation in the area had been mud but her bloodlineage was set aside as her skill with her rapier pistol proved her to be a hood caravan guard, though she preferred working for Rockseeker more than anyone else in the area.<br/>She settled in a booth in the back of the room to keep an eye on the door.