<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/>"Hrmmm..."<em>Ambrosia breathed, raising a slender finger and lightly pressing it into the corner of her mouth in quiet contemplation.  [/color=darkorange]"Well... I do not exactly have any pressing engagements... though I do imagine a woman of my abilities could certainly discover a plethora of opportunities for herself... so tell me...."  [/color]<em>She smirks towards the cleric and warrior, </em>"What, precisely, is your offer?  What benefits can I expect if I attach myself to your little troope, and what will I be expected to provide in exchange?"<br/><br/><em>She licks her lips slightly, running her fingers through her hair... giving them a chance to barter for anything, while letting the possibility of her refusal and departure serve as a counterbalance to them actually asking for -anything-</em><br/> </em>