<div class="floatright">(http://i741.photobucket.com/albums/xx51/Calliedelnoire/SorrowProfile.jpg)</div><hr/><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">Mistress Valerianna Tarn</span></span></strong>,<em>Tiefling Gunslinger 4</em><br/><strong>Character Sheet</strong>(http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=8678)<strong>HP</strong>:34 (Current: 34)<strong>AC</strong>: 17,<span class="bbc_u"><em>touch</em></span>: 13,<span class="bbc_u"><em>flatfooted</em></span>: 14<br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"> Init: +3 Perception:+7   Saves: F:+4 W:+7 R:+1</span><br/><hr/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Combat Notes</div><div class="spoiler_body"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><strong>Grit</strong>: 1 <strong>Deeds</strong>:<em> Deadeye, Leap for Cover, Quick Clear, Pistol Whip, Utility Shot (Blast Lock, Scoot Object, Stop Bleeding) </em></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><strong>Revolver</strong>: +8; 1d8, 20/x4 Range: 20 Ammo: 6</span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><strong>Revolver</strong>: +8; 1d8, 20/x4 Range: 20 Ammo: 6 (Silver Ammo)</span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><strong>Pistol</strong>: +7; 1d8, 20/x4 Range: 20 Ammo: 1</span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><strong>Longsword</strong>, MW: +5; 1d8, 19-20/x2 </span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><strong>Buffs</strong>:<br/><strong>-Potions</strong></span><br/><hr/></div></div><br/>Slowly, and taking care to not show her weapons openly, Valerianna walked out into the open square of the town. She doubted that  gunning down the militia would win her friends or even keep her alive past noon. As much as she hated being quiet and passive, it was the best tact she could think of at the moment. It was doubtful that anything she could do would improve the situation beyond tolerance.<br/><br/>She once again considered that she might have killed her 'creator' too quickly.<br/><br/>She kept her hands in sight as she walked up on the inn, though she knew she could draw a revolver quick enough if the militia turned hostile. She just had to make the mental effort to not be the one who made the first move.<br/><br/><strong>"I heard that you were looking for me.</strong>She said as she walked up.<strong>"I don't suppose we can discuss whatever the Sheriff wants over breakfast?"</strong>She asked impishly as she looked around.