<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/ba/Female_Swashbuckler.png)</div>Rand (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=1125325)<br/><br/>When the time came to get serious about the pry bars, Rand stepped back and let the bigger and stronger types take their place at the door.  An excited grin wound up pasted on her dusty pink lips.  When it finally opened, she bounced and cheered, then coughed at the fresh pile of grit.  Taking a handkerchief, she cleaned her face, then dabbed at her cleavage.<br/><br/>Replacing it, she lit a sun rod and held it her buckler hand.  Drawing her rapier again, then redhead stepped up and peered into the tomb.  “I’ll take point, but I’d like someone with keen senses with me.”  She glanced at Nesha curiously.<br/>