By the grace of the Light, Analise, Paladin of Alos, stood ready to take up their master’s charge.  Taller than many men, ethereally slender, and undeniably feminine, the fair skinned girl’s gold leafed breastplate was hammered to a fit that emphasized her curve.  Even with her raven wing hair worked into a severe bun when she preferred elaborate styles—her stylish makeup and long, sapphire-manicured nails served as further sign that there was more to this lady knight than a simple tomboy.<br/><br/>Mismatched eyes—one deep green, the other rich blue, regarded the group chosen to be her comrades on this journey.  Her gaze was curious and discerning, but also playful and welcome.  “No questions come to my mind, master,” she addressed their teacher.  To the others, “To those I have yet to meet, I am Analise.  I grew up on a horse ranch.  I can take charge of the wagon as needed.”<br/>