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[center][h1][color=limegreen]Elizabeth Flame[/color][/h1]
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[I][color=limegreen]Location: Niflheim
Skills: N/A
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	As the dire was lit, Elizabeth sat down by it. She was never worried about being cold much, between her experience in her youth, her pyromancy, and her magic, freezing to death, or even to discomfort, was just something she never really had to worry about. Still, she enjoyed being warmed by the fires of a camp. She felt more like she belonged here than in the hotel. A safe place where death was no risk was just not something that suited her well. She was a warrior in the end, a hunter, and so being out amongst the wilds, regardless of conditions, ultimately left her comfortable. 

	Elizabeth liked cooking, but Lara had a point; she was feeling exhausted, and she would happily take a hot cooked meal for her. "[color=limegreen]Thank you, I'll cook the next one.[/color]" She said, turned her head in the direction of Lara. Even though she was blind, she could still cook well enough. In some ways, she liked to think it made her better. She didn't go by sight, she only had her senses, taste and feel. Anything she served had to be tasted before it made it to a plate, and that meant that, most of the time, it was pretty damn good when it got in somebody's mouth.