<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://i656.photobucket.com/albums/uu284/Asherah_photos/Monk1.jpg?t=1256686406)</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/>Furloughs her brow at the dwarf Drak Arran.  As he took on the job without waiting for a response.  As if he already knew the answer.   <br/><br/>Expectantly I await the dwarf to reveal what he knows.  However, the answer comes from the other elf within the tent.  My gaze darts to him.  As he moves from the other elf, the one that seems inherently cursed with clumsiness.   Introducing himself as Lysander Menethil a ranger.  He would then point out on the map the route already shown by the officer.   Agreeing with my thoughts voiced.  However with revealing he knew somewhat of the area and what possibly what we could expect.  <br/><br/>The human woman would follow closely in what you said, watching intently when you pointed out details upon the map.  Then giving a rueful smile when you inquire of her own introduction.  <br/><br/>Turning to cast a look at the officer.  <em>"Alright I am in."</em> Then when I give my name, I canter my gaze to Lysander.  <em>"I am called Jrunna."</em><br/><br/>No other name is given, for she had none.  <br/><br/></td></tr></tbody></table>