<div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v484/FujinAkari/Saeja.jpg)</div><strong><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 1.45em;">Sam Malthie</span></strong><br/><em>Charmed, I'm sure</em><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Company X's Headquarters<br/><strong>Company:</strong>Presumably Everyone!<br/><br/><em>Sam raised a delicate eyebrow as the un-introduced woman plopped down on the couch next to her with out so much as a word of greeting, and then compounded the cold dismissal by pulling her hat down over her eyes.  The half-elf, quirked her brow slightly... trying to make sense of the mixed messages.  For what purpose would a woman choose to sit next to another only to immediately rebuff all pretext of friendliness?  There was certainly plenty of places to sit otherwise...<br/><br/>Sighing a bit, Sam shook her head, chasing away the thoughts as irrelevant trivialities, then turned to look up as a door at the top of one of the stairways swung open to reveal a woman who looked about as confident in physical conflict as Sam herself would be at arranging silverware before a fancy dinner.  A sardonic smile shifted across Sam's face as she imagined all the pampered aristrocracy depending on the sweat, blood, and death of adventurers... what precisely would be their response if adventurers simply retired and they had to go dig in the mud themselves?  She sighed again, it was a pipedream, and somewhat unfair... the woman had not even spoken yet, and it might be unfair to classify her as snobby and self-important.<br/><br/>As it turned out, however, it wasn't unfair.  The woman ultimately fit her cliche perfectly and Sam could only roll her eyes as she stiffly asked them to accompany her, wondering what the purpose of all these perfectly good chairs was if everyone couldn't just stay sitting in them.  However, the half-breed nonetheless followed the woman to what she presumed was her office, and paid less attention to the elf and human she found there than a horse might a rubber ball.  Instead, she crossed her arms under her breast and closed her eyes, absorbing the woman's words and considering them deeply, taking in a deep breathe and slowly releasing it as she thought.<br/><br/>Eventually, the woman shut up for a time and the scaled creature piped in with what had to be the most imbecilic question he could up with.  Sam paused a second to wonder whether the creature had actually thought of a whole slew of questions and <strong>specifically</strong> picked the stupidest of them just to get on their collective nerves, but quickly tossed out those thoughts too as being irrelevant.<br/><br/></em>"Seems they'll be having to have us agree first pigmy.<em>Sam responded, not looking at the kobold, </em>"And it seems to me that this mission has itself a bit too much risk... this ain't no snatch and carry job... you all actually want us to be there when the worms done come up?  That sure seems a good way to get squished, if'n ya ask me."<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spells Prepared</div><div class="spoiler_body">0th:  Purify Food/Drink, Create Water, Mending, Light, Read magic, Detect Magic<br/>1st:  Ant Haul, Dancing Lantern, Comprehend Languages, Bless<br/>2nd:  Hold Person, Make Whole, Web Shelter, Admonishing Ray<br/>3rd:  Create Food and Water, Dispel Magic, Chain of Perdition</div></div>