<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/81/8d/b0/818db000c2a69f805cc7a2f502847a9c.jpg)</div><br/><em><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Kinessa Uskwood</span></span></em><br/>Female Dhampir Rogue/Bard 1 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=291897.msg14330769#msg14330769)<br/>HP: 15 | AC: 17 | Init: +4 | Status: Normal<br/>Location: Kitchen<br/>Tagging:  Jui-Bang; Darwishi; Ratty | Open<br/><hr/><br/>She cocked a brow at Jiu-Bang, her mouth full of half-chewed bread and cheese, then smirked as she swallowed.<strong>"As long as you keep your hands, and other parts, to yourself without permission, big guy, I don't mind you looking."</strong>She brushed crumbs off her lips and reached for the ale she'd poured for herself, sniffing experimentally before taking a sip and sighing.<strong>"Figures they'd have shit taste in alcohol...ah, well, beggers and all that."</strong><br/><br/>She took a long drink as she listened to the monk explain the situation beyond the walls, contemplating before wiping her mouth on the back of her hand and flashing a toothy grin.  "<strong>Good.  I've worked up a deep, deep well of pissed off over my long year of incarceration, and poking a few holes in some wet-behind-the-ears guard doesn't even <em>begin</em> to drain it.  An army of drow ought to turn the trick."</strong>She paused with a dreamy sort of look on her face, nibbling at her cheese.<strong>"Mmm...Drow.  They taste all earthy and rich, like really good mushroom gravy.  Extra iron in their blood, too.  Gets you right here..."</strong>She touched the spot where her jaw met her neck, then snickered.<br/><br/>Her golden eyes drifted to Darwishi and she shrugged one shoulder, glancing around the kitchen, before looking back to him.<strong>"Knock yourself out.  We were just discussing the army of...is there a word for the opposite of albino?  Anyhow, there's apparently a lot of skinny bitches with crossbows about to come in here and try to ruin our good time."</strong>Her smirk returned and she sipped her ale again, before sliding her gaze to the half-orc girl with the unfortunate nickname.<br/><br/><strong>"If you want to say something, you'll have to speak up, pet.  It's a little noisy on account of the prison riot." </strong>She let that hang briefly, then snickered and shook her head.<strong>"Nah, I heard you.  I have surprisingly good hearing.  Like, right now I can hear the town burro outside spending her first few moments of freedom basting herself in jizz.  With her around, you really think anyone is going to try shit with me?  Especially now that I'm armed and there are no guards around to protect their precious equipment from being brutally savaged?"</strong><br/><br/>She glanced at the two men with a cocked brow, as if expecting them to back her up, then looks back to Ratty, chuckling.<strong>"Besides, I want to air dry before putting my clothes on.  Do you know the hell water does to hide pants...or how hard they are to get on when you're wet?  Fuck that..."</strong>