<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b8/Dreamshard.png)</div><strong>Dreamshard</strong><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Dreamshard</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://docs.google.com/document/d/1kNg8ah8aKGvKW1dR3yVltg70KJJU8HBXotjecZlDVO4/edit<br/>1 Bruise<br/></div></div><br/>Dreamshard whispered a tiny cantrip to clean the soot and ash off of her body and mend the shoulder of her skimpy costume.  She straightened her fluttering miniskirt as she approached Detective Conner, then slipped her glasses a little higher up on her nose to get a better look at the handsome young officer.<br/><br/><em>Oh, my.</em><br/><br/>The purple eyed girl offered her hand.  "It just seemed like you needed some  help, Detective.  In times like these all good people do what they can.  This just happens to be something I can do."