Ro shrugged her bony shoulders, "I'm afraid the High Harpers of Faerun are as embroiled in conflict as the champions of any other prime, but they may be able to provide some useful information at least.  Give me a moment."<br/><br/>Leaning back and closing her eyes beneath her spectacles, Roweena stretched out her mind across the planes, holding in it a silver haired, musclular lady bard with a tendency to cut wood, topless, behind her barn, with a big old battle axe.<i>"Storm,m'lass, have you got a minute for an old friendl?"</i>