<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 once again blushed as her hand is taken in hand by the rogue like male.   Who with a flourish tends a kiss upon it.  As he introduces himsellf as Farin, a student of the arcane arts.  But this is lost upon her.  As the blush fading, no returns in full force.  Causing her to be frozen in awkward silence.<br/><br/>Save thou, as another comes out into the clearing by them.  A elven maiden, a warrior from the looks of it.  In the next few moments that span by.  The antics or mishap of the elf would draw  a smile of mirth to her face.   Breaking the moment of being frozen.  <br/><br/>Eyes canter over to the dwarf that spoke.  As yet another comes and he announces himself as Drak Arran, to the elf.   With having come for also for being couriers for the army of liberation.  <br/><br/>A genial nod is given to Drak Arran when he looks her way with the three of them.  A eye is kept on Farin out of her corner vision.  An with that return to thought with Farin, the blush reappears.</td></tr></tbody></table>