<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/WyE9ZjV.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Damira</span></span><br/>Half-Drow Gunslinger/Cleric, 12 HP, AC 18, Character Sheet (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1615705).<br/><em>Known for keeping her past to herself.</em><br/><hr/><br/>Damira cocked her head back as Temudaria began ahead of them, her expression faltering for a moment, as she contemplated her friend's haste. She exhaled quietly, silent for a moment, before turning her attention back towards the others, her attention suddenly caught as... well, quite a particularly interesting figure entered their midst. She'd heard of Ishtar, as she had heard at least rumors of most present, but a sylph was nonetheless always a surprise to see in any party.<br/><br/>She shifted her attention over to Mouser, chuckling him as he thanked her and replied, "I'm only stating the obvious. Somehow or another, you've managed to assemble one hell of a crack team here, by the looks of things. I'll pray for the poor bastards who take arms up against this lot." She grinned just a little as she said that, slinging her musket up over her shoulder as she started to move, not wanting Temudaria to leave them completely behind.<br/><br/>As she walked, she looked back at Cassidy and gave her a hint of a grin, happy to see her fellow gunslinger there. While she may have scared Mouser, Damira did not appear to share that sentiment. Their shared interest in firearms, and a few shared adventures, had made her count Cass among one of her few actual friends, along with Temudaria. Even if she didn't go back particularly far with either of them, they'd more than proved themselves in her eyes. "Glad to hear you're sticking about," she said, "Though I guess we should get a move on if we want Tem to leave any goblins or spoils for the rest of us."