<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5b/Stock-photo-medieval-girl-shoots-a-crossbow-59143561.jpg)</div><strong>Susan Skythorn</strong><br/><br/>Noting that others were meandaring towards the message and the table, Susan allowed herself to become distracted by the sensual view of the dancer as she bared her swaying bossom.  She was energetic, and the dancing in her eyes sugested she really was having a good time.  It warmed Susan's heart and blood.<br/><br/>As more assembled, the redhead looked back to her perspective employer, "I've been guarding caravans for a few years now, sir," she explained, knowing that she was almost as young as she looked and needed to show her experience without overcompensating.  "We've seen action against human bandits and orckin alike, and also once against a few ogres..."<em>That wasn't fun.</em><br/><br/>The redhead listened closely as he spoke of workers in the sewers watched.  It was spooky, but she was inclined to think of people jumping at their own shadows in the depths of the sewers.<br/><br/>Susan dismissed that thought.  She couldn't ask to be taken seriously as a professional if she couldn't offer the same respect to others in their own arena.<br/><br/>The redhead looked about as others assembled.  "I don't suppose we'll be so lucky as to have a dwarf or orkin sign on," she commented idly.  "Such folk have amazing night vision at close range."<br/><br/>Indeed, she'd found that there was a sort of magic distance for fighting goblinoids by moonlight.  If you could get a bead on them between 25 and 50 paces, you'd have a good chance of sniping on them before they could make you out.<br/>