<div class="floatleft">(http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2013/255/1/b/sketch_xxiii_by_charlie_bowater-d6lzqaz.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Shani Lamit</strong> (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=1078422)</span><br/><strong>AC:</strong>18<br/><strong>HP:</strong>Full<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Normal<br/><hr/><br/>She smiled a touch at the offered hand and accepted it, allowing the Marquis to assist her in mounting the horse.  She shamelessly draws her skirt up high on her legs to let them dangle on either side of the horse's back, her tawny skin bare from ankle to knee.  One arm curls loosely around the Marquis' waist and she nibbles at her cheese with the other, settling against the armored back of their emissary and watching the landscape as they pass through it.<strong>"Do you mind if I call you Elspeth?  I feel strange being so formal, when I've got my arm around you, after all."</strong>An amused smile curled her lips, her voice soft and musical near the Marquis' ear.