<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/06/Tamba_Amica_Vedaa.jpeg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Tamba Amica (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1BuTOJY_uJ6JM3Cvj_4VQL7PyH0X1k2tRYmLh5ChP9D0/edit)</strong></span><br/><br/>Tamba viewed the false world, the mockery of life. Great craftsmanship, but no puppet stands as straight as a man. When called to look he double checks the area. No spirit had made itself obvious though they may be hiding from the eternals. Any they find may be corrupted. With none visible, he steps to lead left. He had had enough of being behind others. She had said he was always behind others, behind his bag, the injured, the dying, the dead.<br/><br/>The doorway said much happened here and beyond it. With a heave Tamba put his shoulder to the door, he would put himself to the fore.