OOC: Me too...<br/><br/>Amy Coolweather was cantering along the Great Highway to Ravenskeep. Most of the time it was _darned_ good to be a centaur. There were occasionally minor problems with parts of your body being out of easy reach, but that was what cleaning charms were for. Plus, she had her family's special talent to fall back on, shapeshifting could be incredibly useful, but it wasn't something she wanted to dominate her public persona. She was a martial artist chef, and would one day soon be a God of Cookery, a grandmaster of culinary combat. That was what she wanted to be known for, not her ancestor's peculiar talent.<br/><br/>No human, and few humanoids could match her centaur form pace, and no horse could sustain it, not without the endurance training she'd undergone as a foal, to prepare herself for her family trade. She'd noticed her right front shoe had started to wear down, looks like she'd need to visit the smith and have them rotated. Heck, if things worked out right, she could afford to treat herself to a new set, something fashionable, with brass scrolling on the rims, and all weather anti-founder charms.<br/><br/>Which brought her back to her reason for travelling. The Ravenskeep Championship Cookoffs were going to happen in two days time, and there was a golden ladle that needed her name inscribing on it. The Cookoffs were the biggest contest of it's kind in the Western Kingdom, and winning it would start bringing her name to the notice of the movers and shakers of the cooking fraternity.<br/><br/>Her recent stint in the Mountains of Morn as a mining convoy guard and camp cook had netted her a reasonably well filled purse, and a goodly ammount of battle experience, but the money would mostly be spent of financing her entry, and the meals she'd prepared had been basic by her standards, good for filling up hungry miners and caravan guards rather than the high art that she longed for.<br/><br/>Though she thouroghly intended to win, just training and pitting herself against the sort of opponents that the Cookoffs would attract should help to improve and perfect her art, both aspects of it. Hopefully she would find other dual class cook/fighters, maybe tappenyaki ninjas from the Sunrise islands, or Dwarven battle bread smiths. Her ultimate goal would be served, and so would the food she prepared.