<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/>"Well of course!  I am Amber My'thrail, scourge of the seventh coast and the beauty that launched a thousand cannonballs!"<em>she hesitates for a second,</em>"Or... you know... not... but it sounds good, right?  Yeesh, you could have complimented me on my mastery of magic or how AMAZING this dress looks... but no... you're impressed that I can swing a big hunk of metal..."<br/><br/><em>The sorceress rolls her eyes playfully and begins to set out forward for a few steps, then stops and turns back around.</em>"So uh... where exactly are we going?  Pressing forward may not exactly let us rest quite so easy..."<br/>