<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>“Wait, wait—“</strong>Cassidy spoke up, gesturing for the young witch of the wild to come back from the wall.  She shrugged her backpack off of her shoulder and knelt down, opening up the flap,<strong>“You’re never going to make it like that.  <em>Fear</em> will rob your hands of strength, and your mind of sureness.”</strong><br/><br/>She took a few moments, rummaging fruitlessly around in the bag, digging for the bottom and muttering under her breath.  Finally, with a grunt, she managed to unearth a jar of glazed clay, a relief of a sword superimposed on a starburst visible on each side of the jug.<br/><br/><strong>“<em>This</em>,”</strong>she said hefting the jug up for examination,<strong>“Is a little something I picked up on my travels; it was made in a monastery in Mendev.  They say it gives farm boys the courage to battle with demons … they’ve been supplying the Mendevian Crusades with their goods free of charge since the third.”</strong>She tugged the cork free with a soft “pop”, wafting the smell towards the witch with a smile as she produced a pair of tin cups.<br/><strong><br/>“A few cups of this?  You’ll find your way.”</strong>She chuckled a bit,<strong>“Why, you might not even <em>care</em> if you fall.”</strong>She tipped the base of the jug with a practiced hand, warm brown fluid foaming towards the lip of the cup.  She held the cup out to Edan.<br/><br/><strong>“Take it.  <em>Drink.</em>”</strong>she encouraged.<br/>