<div class="floatright">(http://i1205.photobucket.com/albums/bb440/Khadavla/rachel-hurd-wood.jpg)</div>Collette perched on the edge of the chair in her snug, bare waisted blue tunic and skirt slit up the left side.  Her favorite boots hugged her calves.  Rosy hair spilled free down the small of her back.<br/>The red haired girl’s eyes wandered those who were to be her colleagues, from one to the next.   She identified theme if she could.<br/>Collette herself was known as fairly new on the scene.  She’d yet to a known hero for a full three years.  People hadn’t started commenting on her extended youth yet, but she looked nineteen, and had for as long as she’d been a known hero.  The stories about her spoke of fast moves, gravity defying leaps, streaks of fire, arcs of lightning, flashes of light from her short spear, and the shield she’d won from a hobgoblin chieftain leaping into her hand.<br/>The girl took a sip of red wine; then set it aside to pay attention to the Baron’s briefing.  She nodded when the others spoke of the carriage.  “I’ll help, of course, my lord.”  She inclined her head without rising, though she’d made a more elegant curtsy upon entering.  “Has anyone used basic divinations on the Crown’s shard?”<br/>