<div class="floatright">(http://rusava.me/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/steveargyle-chandra-notablaze-2010.jpg)(http://www.jasonchanart.com/gallery/2011/chandra.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><strong>Victoria Blaze, Lavamancer</strong><br/><strong>Gender:</strong>Female<br/><strong>Orientation:</strong>Bicurious<br/><strong>Loation:</strong>The Prancing Pony<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Elrich, Zach<br/><br/><strong>"GAAANGWAAAY!!"</strong>Peddler, Pedestrian, and Policeman alike turned to see the commotion, then scrambled to the sidewalk as a swaying wagon loaded with jostling barrels careened around a corner, pulled a pair of terrified work horses. Seated in the box was Victoria Blaze, and a petrified Dwarf. Bouncing along the cobblestone road Victoria pulled recklessly at the reins, veering the wagon dangerously into side streets and across busy thorough-fairs, always cutting corners and mounting the sidewalks as she raced towards the Prancing Pony. Turning the last corner, she saw the swinging sign of the Pony dead ahead, and lashed the reins furiously, pulling up at the last moment, the barrels crashing into the back of the box. The wagon came to a swift shuddering halt, sending the Dwarf flying through the air to land head first in the horse's trough. Vicky giggled as she pulled him out.<br/><br/>"You should have a drink INSIDE the tavern, the water is better there! Anyway, I got the wine to the tavern less than 5 minutes. You owe me 50 gold coins!" Spluttering and wringing water out of his mustache, the dwarf was beside himself with indignity and rage.<br/><br/>"You...you...you...WOMAN! You're not supposed to light the horses' tails on fire! That's cheating! I won't pay up!" He spat, thrusting his chin out belligerently. Vicky gave a cheeky grin, and put her hands on her hips.<br/><br/>"The quest said, 'Bring the wine to the Prancing Pony using the wagon. 10 Gold coins on completion, an additional 40 if you arrive within 5 minutes without losing any barrels.' I have done just that! So you have to pay up!" Her eyes narrowed dangerously and her sunny disposition instantly clouded over..."Unless of course you would like to dispute that...and invoke a rite of challenge..." She leaned in close, her orange eyes flaring, the flicker of flame lapping her locks as the Dwarf quailed visibly.<br/><br/>"No no...of course not, forgive me. Here is your payment." The dwarf drew a small pouch of gold and tossed it at Vicky before dashing off helter-skelter. Vicky couldn't help but laugh as she watched the dwarf beat a shameful retreat. Reaching into the pouch, she drew out 2 coins. One she passed to the tavern's servant as a kindness, leaving the wagon and the wine with him. The other she dropped into the grateful hands of a beggar outside, before she stepped through the doors, and into the lively bustle of the tavern.<br/><br/>No matter how many time she visited, the Prancing Pony never ceased to delight her, always good food, interesting stories, and new company to be had. She waved cheerfully at the barkeeper, who waved back, nervously placing some of his more expensive vintage below the counter. Vicky smiled apologetically. "Come on...my last..um..visit wasn't that bad was it?" she asked. Last time she was here she was meant to apprehend outlaws in the city. They had broken into the inn to steal the money, and Vicky was meant to take them outside and beat them down. Except she skipped the 'take them outside' aspect, and accidentally trashed the Pony in the 'beat them down' aspect. It took a few days for the Pony to be cleaned up, but Vicky was a loyal and regular customer, so her accident was soon forgiven.<br/><br/>Ordering a plate of roast chicken and wine, she settled in for a delightful meal. It had indeed been a while, but the meals were still superb, beyond compare in Eden. As her eyes roamed the crowd, they caught on the monk and sinister looking dark elf. She was close enough to hear them, 'Lord Zachariah'? wow...high personage indeed, going questing? Maybe he wouldn't mind company. Vicky sat and ate, eavesdropping intently, hoping to hear more.