<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://imageftw.com/uploads/20091029/Female_Warforged.jpg) (http://imageftw.com/uploads/20091029/Female_Warforged.jpg)</td><td> <strong>Sword</strong><br/><br/>Thumping loudly on the wooden floor, a few tables in the vicinity shook when she hopped and skipped past.  Someone once told her fighting was like dancing, except there was no music, no choreography, and the dancers hit each other.  That being the case, this was quite the opposite of what she had been able to do the last several months, but she welcomed the chance to "have fun."<br/><br/>She never understood what that meant, but she figured the shouting, laughing, and spinning around her had something to do with it.  Koram seemed to be a good example.  By his compliments, maybe dancing wasn't so hard.  This was certainly different than the slaves at home, however, and the the bard's performance earlier that night.  Just like different styles of fighting.  The analogy seemed to work for Sword, and she would continue her observations of her companions.  Perhaps their fighting skills would mirror their performances tonight.<br/><br/>As she and Koram finished their rough spinning, she watched Jo and Venus like she would examine two sparring partners.</td></tr></tbody></table>