A girl emerged from the kitchens, if the term girl can be applied to a ripe beauty standing over seven feet tall.  Sleekly muscled and shapely, well tanned, fiery redhead seemed nude underneath her apron, though as she walked into the kitchen, hips rolling, carrying a tray full of finely made victuals, it was clear that she wore a finely made halter and miniskirt of fine copper chain links.  A massive claymore was slung across her back.<br/><br/>Sweetwater winced softly.  She'd devoted her time in this crisis to cooking rather than fighting, hoping that a bit of enjoyment would help people relax, but if todays set of desperate people were too broke to buy a meal...