<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7d/V%27neef_Briar_Rose.jpg)</div>Atasha (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1pwcX1ZfZDJlrcWxwT8gAHB-Xb4Q5S7bjOEitGW-Hl78/edit)<br/><br/>Atasha waved over a server and poured them each a cup of stiff black brew.  "I enjoy a good book, though not as much as some of my friends.  Glory, though.  That sounds nice.  A strong opponent to get my heart racing.  Clear and present danger so i know i draw my blades for the right."  She shook her head and gave a soft, feminine chuckle.  "Good lord.  Father was chastise me for wishing for more of that.  'Treasure every moment of peace and prosperity you can get, Atasha.  Put up that sword and go pray to your mother for a bountiful harvest.'"<br/><br/>She sighed and shook her head.  “I guess I'm just not made for that.”  The svelte girl expertly dolloped out some  honey.  "Do you like your coffee sweet?  We have both honey and cream today."<br/><br/>