<span style="font-weight: bold">Ambrosia</span><br/><br/>"I'm not bad with a bow," Ambrosia says, settling in beside him with a soft flutter of her butterflywings, a little shrug of the shoulder indicating the weapon in question, "but I'm good<span style="font-style: italic">up close and personal, too</span>," she smiles, or at least, opens her mouth, as she nudges him gently...