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"You should be so very grateful," Fiarra begins as she steps to the nearest Hellknight, punching at him with the guard of her rapier.

Nonlethal: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 5 + 1 = 11
damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6 non-lethal

"I do better blade to blade, to be sure," Fiarra brags as they make their way to the ambush point. "If we're getting the jump on them, we could make quick work of the devils. Just makes sure you don't LOOK like you don't know how to fight"

"Don't worry, dear," Fiarra says to Sia with a caring voice and playful smirk. "You'll be surprised to find how much of being in a fight IS acting."

A slight human woman with white ruffs below her armor steps up beside the tiefling. "I don't think I've ever heard a better call to action," her dark hair and skin marked her well enough as a Varisian woman, though the accent was a bit off. "Let no one say Firarra ran while a blind devil-kin stood and fought. I would be the laugh-riot of Avistan."

She looked about the room with a smirk, an obvious attempt to goad more supporters for the mission.

Dotting in with alias. Almost complete, just need equipment.

Fiarra is a Varisian former pirate. She earned her way out of slavery and servitude and ended up in Westcrown. She's not a fan of the Chelish government, having clashed with their naval forces a few times over the years. She has likely had her fill of drinking her days away and craves some action.