<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/2d/Bd637bbf0f04b95d8affc2c419808565--tech-art-cyberpunk-art.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/07/High-Quallty-Copper-Handmade-Chinese-Jian-WUSHU-Sword-Damascus-Steel-7-Star-Blade.jpg)</div><strong>Alondra "Trance" Anchondo</strong>(https://docs.google.com/document/d/1GlrUGZ02qPoflJ5SVBkWIjJ4lnj44cRTenQ4VjyvkxY/edit)<br/><br/>Trance regretfully yielded the cozy seat up from to the other girls.  She found a good seat in the back of the truck and got to work.<br/><br/>Items:<br/>One metal bar.<br/>One metal ring.<br/>Four metal hooks.<br/>4.7 ounces high quality sadder.<br/><br/>It might have been a bit weird having a butane blowtorch used in the back of a moving delivery truck, but Trance had done work on worse roads than this.  (She'd also<em>tried</em>to do work on<em>much</em>worse roads than this.<em>That</em>almost cost her an eye so she learned her limits fast!)<br/><br/>By the time they got to the wall, the grapple was done.  She came out twirling it and grinning, then tossed up the hook over the wall.  She gave a sharp tug to see if it was secure.<br/><br/>Offering the line to Roan with a smirk, she inquired, "So, Reb, trust my work?"