<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 30pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Edwardian script itc;">Miaren fer'Bran</span></span><hr/><tt class="bbc_tt">Human Ranger, Level 3;<br/>Current HP: 22; Condition: Normal;</tt><hr/><br/>Miaren rolled her eyes.  "For someone who always seems to have the die's favor..." she grumbled.  "But you're right in one respect - neither of us tends to carry more than what we need for ourselves.  We're going to have three, fairly helpless, and probably hysterical women to bring back with us."  <em>Light willing,</em> she added silently.  "I'll go see if our employers have at least a couple of warm cloaks we can carry with us."<br/><br/>With that, she pushed away from the table and walked purposefully towards the innkeeper.  "Who do I talk to about supplies?" she asked.</td></tr></tbody></table>