<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/>Talanna would give a genial smile back in turn.   Ever gracious in her demeanor, perhaps to a fault.<em>"It was my honor to serve and give assistance."</em>She would give a small bow in return to his own acknowledging and thanking her for the assistance in wiping the soot off.<br/><br/>Her gaze linger upon the alchemist for a bit.  Then her gaze would slip to the other elf.   A moment refection to recall how she had entered cloaked hiding what she was.   Would only speak of one that is a runaway slave.   Or so it would seem.  It is not unheard of such, for many did not find the contentment in serving.  Their makeup and demeanor forbade such a life for them.