<div class="floatleft">(http://ist1-4.filesor.com/pimpandhost.com/5/3/2/5/53250/w/m/h/N/wmhN/slaveelvenA.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 36pt;"><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;">Talanna</span></strong></span><br/><br/><strong>Elven, pleasure slave, cutpurse<br/><br/>HP 9  (current 9) AC 14</strong><br/><br/>Character sheet (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=8655)<br/><br/>Remained unruffled by the others.   They're theatrics would seem of little consequence to the elven pleasure slave.    Nor would she point out a simple fact,  the goals needed to be defined, clarify so then proper tactics may be applied.<br/><br/>The half breed  exhibited a temper tantrum.   As he binged in his drinking.   Clearly mad at the world, but really of no merit to consider more warranted thought upon.<br/><br/>Her gaze would slip to Fenris.   His dismissive shrug,  the stifling of a laugh.  As he apparently found things amusing.<br/><br/>Had they not truly listened,  or did they just hear what they want.   Did not the lord say in no explicit terms that it is to  topple the ruling nobles of the city and on grandeur scale across the land.   That the device to trigger this would in itself lend to those that concern them on the fill of their purse.<br/><br/>She knew not the answer to if it would be better.   Yet she reads the intention of the lord.   Her gaze slips to his.   Calmness upon her face, through her heart raced.   It is not an easy thing to go the road of a rebel.   She of all here risked the most,   for if caught she would not be exiled, nor imprisoned and enslaved.  She is already a slave, she would be put to death.<br/><br/>She then would speak to the lord;<em>"I shall join your cause my lord.   Please tell us your plans and what we must do?"</em><br/><br/><br/><br/>