<div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3c/TattooedAxeWarrior.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>  Amelie van Alt (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=347305.msg16354709#msg16354709)<br/><strong> Location:</strong> Expedition Camp - Mess Tent<br/><strong>Warnings:</strong> None!<br/><strong>Open/Closed:</strong> Open<br/><strong>Direct Interaction Tags:</strong> <br/><strong>Mentioned Tags:</strong>  Astra, Freis, Kael<br/><strong>Actions Taken:</strong>  Confused curiosity<br/><hr/><br/>Ambling into the mess area next to the kitchens came a leather-and-fur wearing tattooed savage.  Though Dame Amelie was by now starting to be an at least passingly-familiar figure to many within the expedition, her unconventional attire and visible body-art did tend to ensure that she drew a good deal of warily curious attention wherever she went.<br/><br/>As she entered, she had her right arm half-raised and a mild grimace creasing her features, while the fingers of her off-hand probed at her shoulder.  A couple of yards into the tent, she paused mid-stride, slightly belatedly registering the tail-end of the stand-off and the (currently receding) potential for silence.  A slow blink accompanied the lowering of her arms, as she surveyed each of the participants... though she smiled a little upon seeing how well the Halde beauty seemed to be handling the situation.<br/><br/>Certainly not the sort of conflict-resolution commonly favoured by House Berserker, but it appeared to be working well - and it definitely promised to result in many fewer bruises and vastly less damage to nearby furnishings.<br/><br/>Of distinct interest, the healer seemed to be very much intent upon calming down some tipsy humans, rather than focusing her attentions upon the more <em>obvious</em> trouble-making candidate in the form of the demon.  Cocking her head, the Cabistan knight frowned slightly as she tried to discern more of what was really going on.  Barging in at first opportunity might suit some of the traditions of her house... but there were also powerful bonds of hospitality and camaraderie to consider: starting a needless fight amidst other people's meals would simply be <em>rude</em> after all, while barging in to disrupt the work of a priestess would be sheer folly.<br/></div>