<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/60/Med.jpg)</div><strong>Lisel Mauser</strong><br/><br/>Lisel road broad backed mare into town, with her cloak wrapped tightly around her attractively fitted armor.<br/><br/>She smiled down at her new friend--a man she'd met a few weeks back when they gaurded the same caravan traveling north from Togarina to Abel.<br/><br/>Swinging down off of her horse the ebony skinned girl made a broad, sweeping gesture to encompass the entire mountains, "It's in there.  Somewhere.  Some call her a saint, a pagan goddess, an angel.  But all the stories agree that she is the Queen of Swords, and she teaches people to grow strong in protecting the incoent and upholding the righteous."<br/><br/>She lead them into the inn, slowed by the burden of her armor despite her startling strength.  Tossing the inkeeper a bag of silver, she odreed, "Two private rooms, two meals, and a barmaid to help me change and brush my hair."<br/><br/>An hour later and some change later, Lisel came back down.  She wondered if Alastair would recognize her.  The ebony girl--whom he'd never seen in anything more femenine than snug trousers--dressed in a fine gown with a plunging neckline that displayed her generuos bossom to great advantage.  The tall girl's snow white hair--rather than being in a bun under a helm--spilled free down to her hips.  She'd donned a tiara and curved silver rings in each ear.<br/><br/>She offered Alastair a teasing grin and inquired, "So what do you think?  Do I make a good girl?"<br/><br/>To be fair, she still carried her heavy blade on a silken baldric at her hip.