<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/>Amalae smiled as she rose.  "Then I believe I will prepare a chronicle of these events--both to aid in our making a report and for posterity.<br/>I'll make an effort to get to know you all better in the coming week.  If you want me to keep something out of the telling, know that you need only say so and I will respect that confidence."<br/><br/>The story girl spent the next few days training and checking her gear, writing and requesting to tour the facilities were the firearms were made.  Her curiosity was insatiable, but she tried to be polite if someone said they didn't want to talk about something.  Every evening she asked a different one of her female colleagues to tea.  She wanted to get to know them all better--who they were and where they came from.  She was especially eager to get to know Ophelia better, asking the princess to train with her on the sparing court the next morning.<br/><br/>When she'd have an evening with all the girls, Amalae asked to make Rat dinner, and Faragold the evening after that.  Rat found the table set with a cigar and a tangard of ale, and a meal of hearty meat and mushroom stew in a breadbowl--"A dish the dwarves in my homeland enjoy.  I hope I didn't add too much sage..."  With a fruit pie for desert.<br/><br/>She asked the cooks what fargold would enjoy, but prepared the same desert.