Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25684606-20180501184035/@comment-30715799-20180610204233

"Rosalind take the other woman in for a moment, casting another appraising eye over her, then givea a simple nod. Then she says," My other question is do you have much in way of people experience? We will be dealing with civilians, they can require a...light touch at times. As hard a life as they can lead, its soft compared to our own."

Ironstin looked at Irènes inferno pistols for a moment, they were beautifully maintained. Her hand went to the bolt pistol on her own hip after she took her gauntlets off, glasping them to her left hip. The hilt of her own gun felt worn, but comfortable, the old wood worn smooth and dull by several lifetimes of service before she had even been born.