<div class="floatright">(https://iv1.lisimg.com/image/11857280/640full-levi-coralynn.jpg)</div><strong>Amanda Firesong</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=349291.msg16415935#msg16415935)<br/><br/>The group had known Amanda Firesong for almost a year now.  She was a passionate and chipper maiden, quick to smile and quicker to cry—especially when another suffered or shared their pain.  Despite the ease with which cleansing tears came to her eyes, it could be hard to imagine that her childhood was as painful as the faded scars beneath her purple wristbands hinted.  There were a few other hints, though.  One of them was her response to food.  She could be elegant and frequently tried to mimic the sophistication of her elven friends, but when hot food was in front of them Mandy<em>could eat!</em>She served herself a plate better suited to a man half again her size and—though she<em>did</em>take the time to savor it—the young redhead didn't stop 'til she was done.  At a table like this, a few fruits or bread rolls were slipped into the bodice of her dress, too.<br/><br/>This was a girl who had known hunger.<br/><br/>No echo of that pain was enough to leave the kindly girl bitter, though.  In the library a few minutes later, she relaxed in a chair by the fire, green eyes bright and attentive.<br/><br/>She chose a glass of red wine rather than the stronger drink some were offered.  Nothing the fine tabbac, Mandy held up a pipe.  “Does anyone intend to indulge?” she asked, making it clear as she began to pack it that she was doing so for them rather than herself.  Once the pipe was packed, she held it one hand and reached over to a candle with the other.  Taking the flame in two fingers she brought it to the pipe and lit the tabbac.  She took two puffs to get it started then offered the pipe to whoever wanted it and replaced the flame on the candle.<br/><br/>“You have good leaf, Master Tazjern,” Mandy said with a smile.  “Now who could possibly have a grudge against such an exquisite host?  Are they bitter because a feast invitation was lost in the mail?  Small of them, but truly sorrowful to miss such an event.”