<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://www.geocities.com/witchy692003/Monk1.jpg)</td><td><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 2em;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"><em><span class="bbc_u">Jrunna</span></em></span></span><br/><br/>I nod faintly to Nara as I answer;  <em>"Yes wear what is comfortable, I am comfortable."</em>  Leaving out the part I am a runaway slave.    An this is what I was allowed to wear.  Besides I find robes,  skirts and pants seem to get in my way.<br/><br/>Great now if things are wacky.  The rake Farin now sports a confused look.   As if he had no clue to what is going on, what an act.<br/><br/>For now I  decide to keep quiet, rescinding into the background.  <br/><br/>I follow the stumbling elf.   For it is high time we seen whoever was hiring. <br/><br/></td></tr></tbody></table>