<div class="floatleft">(https://s33.postimg.cc/lttte4d0v/d63e776c4c52b2a4f4b8372bbd5d39ca.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Salvador</strong></span><br/>Character Sheet (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1669670) HP: 33 AC: 13.<br/><br/><br/><br/>"Get off the damn horse, Koba." Salvador interceded, the edge of a growl in his usually jovial manner. "Nobody's going anywhere tonight, whatever is decided."<br/><br/>He glared at her a moment, daring her to challenge him before moving his attention back to the others, the anger in his tone vanishing like a mirage, as if it had never really been there in the first place. Koba could use a little more patience beaten into her, but she wasn't as dense as she liked to make herself out to be.<br/><br/>"Experienced as I might be at liberating people from their money, I'm happy to leave the talking to Damien this time.  Better his neck than mine."<br/><br/>After a moment's further consideration, he added.<br/><br/>"Sod the amateur hour sneakery though. Pure waste of time. Won't take all of us to follow up on the tax, but I'm not about waste my day looking like a twat, trying to be inconspicuous. See what the cheif's got to say, and go from there. It's not high thaumaturgy"<br/><br/>"If we're decided then, I'm going to turn in early. Rest of you should do the same. 'm sure we could all use a decent night's sleep. Wake me for last watch."<br/><br/>With that, Salvador left them to it. Decided or not. They could squabble over semantics just fine without him.