<em><strong>Barra</strong></em><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><br/><br/>The dark elf does a slight curtsy and says, <br/>“I am Barra An'ar Dalharil d' Ventash'ma Qu'ellar de’ Drostan  but just call me Barra. I am from “Lead” and heard you might be headed that way and I have need of passage back home.”<br/><br/>This close the dark elf female oozed more than sensuality, there was the way eyes, behind the photo active lenses, seemed to dart around as if seeing everything, judging movements, distances… value.<br/><br/>Pulling out the other chair, Barra slid on to it, her left hand resting casually by a dagger hilt. “I don’t have a lot of creds but I do have a few skills that might be helpful to someone in your line of work”<br/></span></span>