Lady Amanda Caithwaine (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1425685)<br/>Tagging:<br/>Status:<br/><hr/><br/>Amanda nodded slowly, thoughtful.  "A real bed does sound nice."  Were heroes allowed to like feather blankets and cozy hearths?  There weren't a lot of instructions either way.  Hardiness was important, and long journeys plentiful, but there was a great deal of mead and ale being drunk as well.  Although she preferred a nice dry cider, and didn't have the head for much of it.  "And...what if we explore it thoroughly and just find an old house?  We have a haunted wood back home," she explained with a wistful smile. "Very similar.  Lights, voices, even a good scream or bony hand now and then.  It also happens to be next to the town's tavern, and we have a mischievous band of adolescents."  She chuckled at memories of clever pranks played on drunkards.<br/><br/>It wasn't so much that she wanted to make sure they were paid, although that was a benefit; but it was best for everyone if their task was clearly defined.  She didn't want to fail the town, nor to take money she hadn't rightfully earned.