<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://i371.photobucket.com/albums/oo154/PhantomPistoleer/Elf_by_artbytravis.jpg)</td><td><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 30pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Edwardian script itc;">Draque Cyredeplith</span></span><hr/><tt class="bbc_tt">Elven Rogue/Ranger, Level 3;<br/>Current HP: 25 (13); Condition: Normal (Angry);</tt><hr/><br/>The elf gaped at the beautiful elves.<br/><br/>Then, regaining his composure, he slid his kukris in their sheathes.  He glanced at Fern, then at Miaren, then glanced back at the statuesque elven beauties.<br/><br/> "No kidding," he muttered.  "No one <em>wants</em> to be here, madam.  This place boggles the mind and I should be glad when I quit it.  Now if you'll excuse us," he said, as he gathered Fern's arm.   "By the way, the ladies flanking you are naked."</td></tr></tbody></table>