<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/2ytsUmk.jpg?1)   </div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Koba  (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1741393)</strong></span><br/><em>Trapmaster/Survivalist<br/>HP: 33; AC 19.  Conditions: None.</em><br/><br/>Koba gave Winnie a good-natured slap on the shoulder and leaned back, dropping a few silver on the bar as she passes her cup around the group as a matter of course.  If she was offended by his reaction, she didn't show it-- and was not famous for her ability to bluff.  "True, Salvador.  But not<i>Lady-like</i>, even though we've yet to measure how<em>much</em>a man he is."<br/><br/>She grinned, a flash of mirth punctuated by angled, white under-fangs, and answered Salvador.  "Aside from their prices, no.  The driver can keep an eye out.  There are... er... militia people near enough.  So many<i>titles</i>."  With an indignant sniff, she swallowed half her cup's worth.  "Are we close to the time for this tax fellow?"