<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/>Instead of standing there, staring unblinkingly at the others in the office, Sword turns back to the stairs to join the common room, bringing her weapon.  Thumping down, she gazes across the crowd and takes a seat at the edge, laying her sword down out of the way.  The seat is unoccupied for being away from the fire, and the wall lets in a small draft of air, but neither of these bother her, and none of the patrons have to be uncomfortable with her simply standing amongst them.<br/><br/>With nothing else to do, her attention turns to the little interesting rocks she's collected.  Some have stripes of color running through, some shine, and one is surprisingly light and porous.  With a small chunk of metal she'd picked up in her travels, she quietly files at one she had been working on before.</td></tr></tbody></table>