Gloria Blackblade
Gloria smiles a crooked smile.
"My blood? Spicy? Silly vampire; my blood runs with the blood of angels. Probably it'd rot your teeth."
She flicks a curl of golden hair behind her ear.
"Now if we can be serious for a moment," she says, with a gleam in her blue eyes,
"Let's get going; I want to see if I can hock this glaive for something more useful."