The rogue caught up with me outside the forest.
"Hey, hold up."
I paused, but didn't turn back.
"What can I call you?"
"Fire? Okay. Is this something you do often?"
"I mean, play without a party or a storyteller. Given the chance, most people..."
I stopped and her feet stuttered.
"You're not most people. I didn't mean anything by that. What I meant was: how?"
"Don't be most people."
She stared silently at me, not trying to peer under the hood, but still trying to make eye contact. "Do you have any tips?"
I extended a hand. "Sheet?"
She reached back and pulled out a tattered paper, wearing holes at the folds, and offered it to me.
I reached within my cloak and pulled out one of my cards, mirroring her gesture.
I grunted, and tucked it back within my folds without letting her peek. I didn't take her own.
"Okay." She turned to go.
"Who are you?"
"You can call me Panna. Mercenary and vanilla mortal at your service." She swept her arms in a flourishing bow.