<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f7/Celtic_girl_by_venlian-d5g9lwp.jpg)</div><strong>Mirim</strong><br/><br/>A tiny shield maiden strode briskly through the streets in the shadow of the snow haired girl.  Rosy hair fluttered in the wind.  Green eyes took in everything with quite delight—not quite a country cousin, but still possessed of the wonder of a new city.  She wasn’t quite three feet tall, nor her scimitar quite two feet long, but she wore it on her right hip with confidence that comes from an intimate acquaintance with the steel blade and it’s proper use.<br/><br/>Reaching the lodge, she discovered they had a bit of time to wait.  She came up beside the snow haired beauty and slipped her backpack to the floor.  Hopping up into a chair at a right angle from the other girl, the halfing inquired, “You made quite an entrance on the street today.  May I have the pleasure of your acquaintance?  I’m called Mirim.”<br/>