Amaryllis has striking features, even for a Kalashtar. When asked he says that Melora blessed him with his features as she blesses the world with it's beauty. As she blesses the most dangerous of creatures with the most vibrant colors. His hair is as silver as the moon's rays. His eyes colored with the vibrant pinks of the lights of the northern sky. Nature's beauty is all around us, and those who choose to deny it will wither. Of course, not by his hand. Amaryllis does not wish to defile his enemy, only to allow his allies to do the defiling for him. For how can one believe in life if they bring about death? Amaryllis is quite friendly and personable when relaxed, and when asked about Melora's abundance will gladly speak her praises. Yet when in combat his persona takes on that of a focused warrior. He will not let his allies be fell, only his enemies. Those beside him have said his eyes glimmer with inner fire, but he denies taking pleasure in such things. He also believes that he can talk to animals and plants, they just choose to ignore him.

Amaryllis stood from his chair. The white robes that enveloped seemed to cast a glow on those around him. As he pulled back his hood it was as if everyone in the room felt more confident in themselves. Even the sullen face of courtier who had obviously been put on a bum rap because of the comment he made behind his commanding officer's back seemed to brighten; before he realized what was happening and quickly regained control of his mood. He'll remember not to let that happen again. The patron's of the bar seemed to stop for a moment, then they realized that their conversations had fallen away and the ruckus continued, with many a "Wait, so where was I? Oh right! That damned bullywug!"

Amaryllis walked over to the courtier. His gait a graceful yet strident pace. The chainmail he wore below his robes gave a slight rattle with every step.

He spoke concisely,"I'd like an application please."

"Ha!", the courtier scoffed,"I'm sure. Have you even a weapon?"

"I have no need for weapons, Melora will guide my allies."

The courtier stared.

"But I have this just in case." Amaryllis quickly added as he drew a seemingly dainty mace from below his vestiments. It was more like a stick than a weapon.

"Good luck swinging that, pumpkin." The courtier lloked Amaryllis over,"Whatever, it's not my life your gambling with," and handed him a piece of parchment.