<span style="font-weight: bold">Ambrosia</span><br/><br/>I dashed forward, desperately hungry and faced with a pretty (and pretty tasty) looking elf - and in my haste, I tripped, went<span style="font-style: italic">sprawling</span>at his feet. "Hey, good-lookin'," I said as I rolled onto my back and looked up at him, my armor in some disarray. "Fancy a quick tumble?"