<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/>With the time taken to check the room, Tamba stood between the door at the end of the hall and that which is reviewed. A light sweat sheen reflected the light from his brow ad arms. A scowl of defiance stared down the hall, and his grip was solid upon Fegu's runku as he stood barring the path to danger. Again he heard her words, and they fell unbidden from his lis i a whisper, “I deserve a hero, not a man who tends the dying,” a breath hardly louder than his thoughts. His guard alert, he would stand before them and prove his worth. She would hear his tales and she would know her mistake. "Isa," he mumbled a bit louder, he rocked forward as though to proceed, but a quick look to those involved with checking the room and he knew his place. A hero didn't do it alone, he stood to protect those he had come with. He would stand his watch and they would speak of his might. How was she to hear of him if none were there to witness?