<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BFBFFF"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Lady Melina Del'Castellorosso</span><br/><span style="font-size: 120%; line-height: 116%;">'The Angel of Riace'</span></span></span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/9960c406-7aeb-4e5b-9174-36e83dbe1238_zpscc943042.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Melina listened to the Valkyr while they trudged along. This dark-skinned woman seemed to be very wise, at least Melina believed her to be. Did it come from her past, from all the things she had seen in her life? Or was it because of her different race? Melina took the reigns of the horse one of the stableboys was handing her. It seemed to be the same horse the other Valkyr had been laying upon. Well, that troubled Melina a little.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">“Won't your...ahem, what do you call the other Valkyr, probably not lady? Won't she miss her horse or is it one of Felix' horses?”</span><br/><br/>She climbed it and waited for the Valkyr to mount her own horse. They left the compound and moved towards the castle slowly closing the distance to another rider in front of them. The simple folks had not yet started streaming to the tournament grounds. The road was empty, except of them and the other rider in front of them. Melina turned to the Valkyr.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"When you speak of your past it sounds very bitter. As it is obvious that you are not from this region, am I save when I assume that it was your past that lead you into this area and that you didn't do it out of free will?" </span><br/><br/>Melina treated the topic carefully. Normally she would have asked straight ahead if the Valkyr had once been a slave, but the respect for her held her back...and the fear of her reaction.</div>