<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/942301037409239070/942929453447807076/time_to_edit.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Rosaleen Dryden<br/><strong>Class:</strong>Ranger/Cleric<br/><strong>Hitpoints:</strong>24/24<br/><strong>Extra:</strong>Mood Music (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AsKETdR9UZ4)<br/><hr/>Rosaleen chuckled at how eager for the comforts of the inn her little sister was, though honestly she could hardly blame her.  Winter sucked, part of the natural order of things or not.  So she had agreed to letting the excitable gobber wash her hair, and let her go about seeing to their needs while she selected a table for them both.  She'd been in the process of making herself comfortable when something came crashing in through the front window and burst into flames when it smashed against one of the occupied tables.<br/><br/>Rosaleen was on her feet in a flash, carbine being brought up as the fire spread.  A storm knight, no way she'd mistake that armor, and her large companion, took charge and made it possible for them to escape from the rapidly worsening situation.  Unfortunately, that put them directly in the crosshairs of the bandits that had caused the fire in the first place.<br/><br/>"Damn," the inquisitor-in-training muttered as she put her rifle to her shoulder and prepared for a fight, already picking out her first target.  No way these guys would let them go peacefully, not after trying to burn them alive like that.  "I was looking forward to relaxing, but it looks like that will have to wait."