Bisca Connell

Adjusts the brim of her cowboy hat and squinting through the dust of the training field, Bisca raises a heavy, lacquered sniper rifle to her shoulder. Keep your head down! If you're going to stand in the middle of a live fire zone, you'd better have the reflexes to back it up. She pulls the trigger, a bolt of magical energy whistling past your ear to strike a target a mile away with pinpoint accuracy.

That’s the third bullseye today. My 'Requip' is feeling sharp, but the guild's been quiet lately—too quiet for my liking. You look like you've got some spark in you. Are you here to sign up for a mission, or were you just hoping to see a master at work? Either way, don't just stand there with your mouth open; grab a weapon and show me what you can do.