<div class="floatleft">(https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/u/30738236/Arpee/1258315414018.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>Amelia Schoenberg</strong></span><br/><strong>HP:</strong>7<strong>AC:</strong>12<strong>Passive Senses:</strong>11<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Pretty good.<br/>Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=626748)<br/><hr/>Amelia had remained quiet up to this point, content to take in the flow of the conversation between her travelling companions and their current hosts.<strong>"You have been waiting months for a response?"</strong>she queried as she dropped her mauve hood  from its resting place atop her head and let it settle about her shoulders,<strong>"I apologise that my companions and I may have filled you with false hope, but mayhaps we could be of some assistance after all, however small that may be in comparison to the soldiers you were expecting?"</strong><br/><hr/><strong>OOC:</strong>