<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/>Listens to what is proposed,  a frown develops with what is said.   A small ruffle in her almost regal barring.   The coin falls and clanks on the table.   Teetering for a moment then falling on its side.  Much as if a country has just been toppled.   Quickly thou, her slender long fingers would collect up the coin in her left hand again.    At the same time she reach with her right and grab a cup and then the bottle of wine.  Pouring herself a glass of wine.   She look over the others.  Pausing on the druid as he spoke, giving a light nod of agreement to his words.<br/><br/>With the feint nod given,  the elven slave would bring up her cup of wine and take a sip.    Still attentive she continue to listen to the others speak.  An her expression still is one that has a troubled look about it all,  the meeting and plan that is proposed to the group.<br/>