<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/bf/Whip_the_king_of_fighters_drawn_by_okyou_sample-5bf6eb2609933f5ed891b4c6099f8fee.jpg)</div><strong>Amalea Legend</strong>(https://docs.google.com/document/d/1R2JnfzUtLjowgGnyftYF5rT5PefKgcB1t8fx3RXqF5A/edit)<br/><br/>With a fresh, pretty face, tight curvy body, and small stature, it was easy to take the ginger girl with the pixie cut for even younger than she was.  Her generous hips and vast cleavage made up for it, a little.<br/><br/>Bright Violet eyes with dark purple rims met the dwarf's as he introduced himself.  She smiled at him easily and greeted him in his native tongue—albeit with a definite foreign accent.  She winced a little at the trap, then grinned as glee at destruction replaced emphatic imagination.  Such was the paradox of imagination.  It could make you revel in violence just as it could help you understand the humanity of your most distant neighbors.<br/><br/>“Amalea Legend, daughter of Brandon of the Orchard.  I walk the path laid before me by Avelora the Talespinner, and she helps me out a little.  Nice to meet you all.”