<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</em><br/><strong>Character Sheet</strong>(http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=8678)<strong>HP</strong>:26 (Current: 26)<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:+6   Saves: F:+3 W:+6 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>: +3, +6 RT; 1d8, 20/x4 Range: 20 Ammo: 6</span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><strong>Pistol</strong>: +3, +6 RT; 1d8, 20/x4 Range: 20 Ammo: 1</span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><strong>Longsword</strong>, MW: +4; 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/>Valerianna smiled to the 'sister' with a sly wink as she stepped upstairs with key in hand, and her bag on her shoulder. She kept her other hand free for a weapon if needed but she doubted it. These folks were good, and if they hadn't been so beaten and desperate at the moment, she might have anticipated more trouble. But for now, her money was good and they needed it. Odds were she wouldn't get any sales of weapons here, best she could hope for was the local smith letting her make some silver bullets. She had a feeling she'd need more than a few in the near future.<br/><br/>She put a chair under the door and closed the shades on the window before setting a pair of guns by the tub as she started warming the water for it. She undressed, shedding the heavy chain shirt she had worn and setting it aside and quickly getting down to a simple shirt and little else before undoing her hair. She looked over her body as she filled the tub and sniffed the soaps that were there. Simple soaps, and simple towels. Once she commanded silk sheets, fine clothing and the very best of perfumed soaps. She pulled off her shirt and slid into the tub with a sigh, keeping her guns and blade close at hand.