<span class="bbc_u"><strong>Ambrosia "Amber" My'thrail</strong> (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=964372)</span><br/><div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v484/FujinAkari/551fe4091ec7a0d38d67c330aca146ac_zps374ec319.jpg)</div><br/><em>Amber panted slightly as the last of her enemies were vanquished.  She glanced to Iradir and Garisto with wide eyes and swallowed a bit, pressing a hand up to her chest softly and swallowing.</em><br/><br/>"I... am feeling... a bit peaked.  How much further are you all going to go before we get a chance to rest... and can I just hide within my backpack?"<br/><br/><em>She smiles, softly, but there are numerous beads of sweat glistening across her forehead and down the gentle slope of her neck...</em>