<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/>Jrunna cantering her head to look towards the reddish hue warrior woman.  Blinks as she hears the words that come out of the woman's mouth.  <br/><br/>Try as I might,  I cannot but look to the dwarf.  My sight going straight to his beard.  Did it grow, for a moment I am caught up in the ol' wives tale.   For I shave myself down below.  But then my gaze is riveted back to Nara.   <br/><br/>For she openly suggests the dwarf go down on me.  I cannot help but blurt out.  <br/><br/><em>"I thought a elf only knew what a tongue was for."</em><br/><br/>It was something I had heard on the road.  Thou it did come from an elf.  As I reply back jokingly<br/><br/>An to exasperate the situation, I suddenly realize she may have been  not joking.   In the end I cannot tell either way.   Nevertheless, it did help me to loosen up.  The other rogue like knave had me all discombobulated with the kiss on the hand and flattery moments before.   <br/><br/></td></tr></tbody></table>