Gloria Blackblade
Gloria shrugs at the Chancellor's chiding, and his remonstrations slide off her as easily as water off of a duck's back.
"Fine," she says, a little diffidently as she flicks a strand of golden hair out of her eyes.
"I'm Gloria Blackblade, like I said."
Easily, she rests a hand on her hip and shrugs.
"I can fight, and I have a few powers of my own. Subtle stuff, mostly."
Her eyes flit from face to face as if to gauge the group's reaction, and something lurks behind her gaze, just for a moment, like a flash of crimson from the sun.
"There's not much more to tell."