<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/tF6BDmd.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Rarki (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2592247)<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>'Silver Fork' in Detmer,  Druma<br/><br/><strong>Hit Points/Current:</strong>14/14<strong>AC:</strong>15<br/><br/><strong>Notes:</strong><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spell SLots</div><div class="spoiler_body">(Lvl 1) 3/3</div></div><br/><hr/><br/>Rarki's gaze follows the paper as it's handed to Angelique only for her attention to be drawn to the pouch of jingling coins, ears twitching and fangs worrying her lower lip as she stares at it. "Good of heart huh? So silver or hope they can fall to sky fire and poison."<br/><br/>As the discussion and splitting of the silver begins she hops up to stand on the chair before stretching across the table to gather up her portion before flopping back down in the seat. "But. Would a group like us be attacked if there's no merchants to plunder?" She frowns and tilts her head, a hand rubbing at one ear as she ponders briefly. "We have spots to start from so we could go that far with a merchant and then split off to track the bandits." A hand comes up towards Thuran with just one finger up in a one moment motion. "We know they're not bandits but seems ta me just claiming to be demon hunting be more worrying to the sellers than bandits." Here she nods towards Cania, a grin curling her lips. "Sellswords hired to stop bandit attacks would keep most overhearing from caring." She huffs and slumps down in her chair, ears drooping. "Least that is if the attacks aren't known to be demon made. Although that just makes it easier with less ta hide. We be huntin' demons go away." Her last sentence is said in a higher then normal pitch while she pretends to wave someone away.