<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/70/Bri8_ava_zps8cf447f8.jpg)</div><strong>Ran Fletcher</strong>(https://docs.google.com/document/d/1YDWtf37GCiBkCfEdON2_YdGI5Gob09laqC0P1SU0fmg/edit)<br/><br/>“Oh!” the redhead sing songed when the ranger presented himself, cheery voice strained by her wound.  “I know you!  You're Branock.  You buy arrowheads from my father.  I'm Ran Fletcher, remember me?”<br/><br/>The undressed redhead was hard to forget.  She'd been wearing progressively less—with a sot of punk flair too what she still wore—since her sixteenth birthday.<br/><br/>When the coffee skinned girl in the glorious mail started to tend her wounds, Ran winced when the little arrow was cut out of her.  She heaved a deep sigh of relief ad the new girl tended to her wound.  As that required her skit too have to be lifted quite a ways, the exhibitionist redhead glanced shyly at the paladin, then the newcomer, both thrilled and embarrassed.<br/><br/>She heaved a sigh of relief when it was done, then flashed the curvy girl who'd tended her a gracious smile.  “Thank you, Seargent.  I should be able to walk still, with your timely work.”  She tested her foot gingerly, then gave it a little more weight and nodded.  “Indeed, let's grab any thing of value these little brutes were carrying and make our way to  Milford.”