<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; Notes: 2, 1 Currently broken</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 turned the coach towards town, her thoughts to herself as she looked to stop the coach only when she was sure they were in the middle of the town. She had been lucky enough with the coin and didn't like the sound of the lycan behind them on the bridge. The sound, and smell, of Alchemist's fire told her that the bridge would be out for a while.<br/><br/>Once in town, she pulls up and halts the coach, setting the brake and grabbing her bag from the coachtop mount as she pulled her jacket closed and hood up. She doubted she'd be welcome, though she was sure her coin would be welcome. She wanted a spot by the tavern's fire, with a table where she could work on her pistol.  Maybe do a demonstration or two to cue up interest in a few commissions that might give her access to the local smith's forge and some silver. She really wanted one of her revolvers loaded up with silver before she left town.<br/><br/>And most of all, she wanted something padded, soft and unmoving, she told herself as she twisted to get the kinks out of her body as she looked around.