<strong>P'Tulla</strong><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i55.tinypic.com/2yn2tsx.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9e/P%27Tulla_Dragon_banner.jpg)</div>P’Tulla hesitated briefly and then joined the king at his table, helping herself to some turkey vulture meat. She was chewing on the flesh as she considered his earlier question. How was she? She had nothing to want, other than the fact that lately life at the castle had been most boring in her mind.<br/><strong>“I have no complaints my lord. Other than the feeling that I’m getting fat and lazy stuck inside this palace. There is little to do for your First Sword within the confines of these walls. A man would have to be foolhardy to attempt to threaten your life here.” </strong>She shrugged.<strong>“I guess I am just craving some action, my grace.”</strong>She finished the first turkey vulture leg and grabbed another from the plate.<br/><br/>She had not missed his gaze wandering over her frame. Her King was a man with a healthy sexual appetite, but thankfully he had not yet made any advances towards her. She had no desire for that to change either. She poured herself a cup of the sweet wine and down it in one big gulp, and then poured herself another. There were perks to being in the King’s entourage of course. The endless supply of good food and fine drinks was not a minor one of those perks.<br/>