<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/72/Slave_Masako.jpg)<br/><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Lynnara</div><div class="spoiler_body">HP 21/21<br/>HD 1/2d10<br/>Favored Foe 2/2<br/><br/>Spellcasting:<br/>L1: ☒ ☐<br/></div></div></div></div><br/>The mention of fur traders caught a glimmer of Lynnara's eye; it wasn't hard to tell that she'd made quite a bit of money doing that work in times past.<br/><br/>However, the mention of bandits made her frown with concern.  "There was one group I worked with before," she explained.  She'd worked with more than one, explained by her tone of voice more than her words, but she meant one group specifically.  "My job was the same as ever.  With them, though, they set up a bunch of elaborate illusions.  Opulence, wealthy nobles with no obvious guards, all the kind of stuff that would be a seriously tempting to a bunch of bandits.  Eventually the bandits popped out, and that was the point.  It was a bunch of adventurers, a lot more than anyone knew were there, and they made quick work of the bandits."<br/><br/>She didn't outright say as much, but from the way she looked around the group, she was trying to suggest that they do the exact same thing, or as near to it as possible.<br/><br/>The rest caught her attention as well, but she didn't have anything to verbalize about it.  That one was far more obvious.