Amaya nodded. "Got it in one," she said. "Someone small and scrappy and willing to pick a fight with anyone who breathed funny. Scratch that: anyone who breathed. Don't know if Seivarden told you about someone making an attempt to kick her head off that weekend, but, if she did...that was me."

She grinned a little wryly; since no one really got hurt, it was kind of hard to feel too bad about it, really.

"Thought I was running around with an organization called the Foot Clan. Foot Clan!" She snorted a laugh. "Now, you tell me if that's not one of the worst names for an evil organization you've ever heard!"