[h3]Martina Stonehammer[/h3]
"Hmph..."

Martina didn't care much for formal events, really.  They were always so... So [i]formal![/i]  What was so wrong with just meeting in a tavern and having a few pints of ale, really?  Why did the nobles have to be so stuffy about everything?  The only reasons she was here was because her parents [i]insisted[/i] that she be here... That, and the captain would be here soon too.  She hadn't seen her for a while, and since she was about to return to the Iron Rose Knights it would be a good idea to greet her in a non-combat orientated situation.

Still, it wasn't worth her having to dress up like a surly chrysanthemum and... And [i]mingle[/i] with the upper-class snobs.  She hated the dress, really.  It was too frilly and... And pink!  And so impractical too!  What did the nobles have against praticality anyway?  Hmph...

Her eyes almost lit up when she heard the arrival of the Iron Rose Knights being announced.  Of course, her expression didn't change that much; she was a dwarf after all, or at least half-dwarf.  Overreacting to things is what humans did.  But still, she couldn't help but scuttle over to the assembled knights... Approach the captain from behind... And give her a good old-fashioned dwarven greeting.

"Rally-ho, captain!" her voice boomed out as she gave Fanilly a hearty slap on the backside.  It was almost as though the size of her voice was trying to make up for her only being around four foot six, really.  "It's good to see you again, that it is!"