It's like Terry Pratchett's Nac Mac Feegle. All the strength and anger, compressed into a tiny size
Now, I love most of Minthara's dialogue, with the noble, "of course I am evil, what of it?" voice. But last night, we were exploring the haunted mansion and got to the painting that spawns ghosts. When the battle was over, she said in an approving but slightly thoughtful voice, "If I ever have a portrait painted, I, too, would like zombies to pour from it on command"
