<span style="font-weight: bold">Ambrosia</span><br/><br/>"Aren't you a sweetie," I said happily, as my favorite elf declined to shoot me<span style="font-style: italic">again</span>. "Now just stop trying to pincushion my friends and I'll show you what a pleasant and relaxing place my stomach can be to visit," I told him, as I slipped past... and tore into the wounded elf.<br/><br/>{Attack rolls for claw attack, 19, 15; damage 10, 14 respectively}.