<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://i656.photobucket.com/albums/uu284/Asherah_photos/BardLG.jpg?t=1256686916)</td><td><span class="bbc_u">                                                                   <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 2.65em;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;">Allie FairFlower</span></span></span><br/><sub>Bard lv 1,  HP 14, AC  15 </sub><br/><br/>Allie road her horse in quiet disposition.   Not in the mood to even play her mandolin or sing a traveling song.   Feeling like an outsider.   It make it seem a lot chillier then it was.  Causing her to draw the cloak given, tighter about her self.   <br/><br/>With this feeling of alienation, as she has been ignored.  Even with the common courtesy of a morning greeting.  As the others bantered back and forth amongst themselves. <br/><br/>She occupy the ride with taking in the scenery as she scanned around.  While she let her thoughts go back to happier times.  Back when she was traveling with the troupe. This would cheer her up some  then.   <br/><br/></td></tr></tbody></table>