<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>“It’s called a ‘switchback’.”</strong>Cassidy said, rolling her shoulders and rocking her head from side to side as though she was trying to work some of the tension out of her body.  She stuck a finger out and traced a zig-zag path in the air to emphasize the nature of the path up the mountain Mouser had mentioned,<strong>“A mountain trail that doubles back on itself to work up a steep incline is a switchback.”</strong><br/><br/><strong>“It’s also a deathtrap if they’ve got archers at the top of the rise.  You’re trapped out in the open, crossing back and forth and doubling the distance you’ve got to cover.  If we had a line of tower shields, or siege equipment, maybe we’d have the cover to take them from the front.  With a band of a dozen though?”</strong>she shook her head a bit, folding her arms across her chest.<br/><br/><strong>“I see a lot of pathfinders and scoundrels in our company.  I think we can mount the northern slope; the best climbers among us can set the path and drop lines for the rest.  I doubt I’m the <em>only</em> one who brought a coil of rope.”</strong>She paused a bit,<strong>“It’s our best chance at taking them unaware, I figure … though it does mean leaving the horses behind.”</strong><br/><br/>Cassidy felt a little better.  Having a problem to tackle meant she had something to focus on other than the twisting feeling in her guts as she watched Temudaria ride back to the main party.  Cassidy blew out a frustrated sigh, finally noting the hurt bottled up behind Temudaria’s own green eyes … spend enough time around someone, and you learn to pick up on the little tells.  She dragged the brim of her hat a little lower, making it harder to catch a glimpse of her face from horseback.  Part of her knew she should head this off quickly, before it became a problem.<br/><br/>Unfortunately, the larger part of her didn’t trust herself to keep a civil tongue if she went up and talked about it right now.<br/><em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><strong><br/>“Great.”</strong></span></em>She muttered sourly, stuck between a rock and a hard place.