<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/>Aside from the cleric Jo.  The others seem to ignore her presences.    Take the one named Andrea.   The whole time standing there with Jo, he had ignored her in any kind of response.   Her genial nod of greeting gone unheeded.   The others had come back and the knight had a dog.  Again it was like she was invisible. <br/><br/>So with that as a predetermining her next decision.  That is to retire for the night.   Slipping away then, as a  minstrel played a flute in the inn.  Not even the brightness and joy of music cheering up her troubled thoughts.   Allie would slip off to retire to her room.  <br/><br/>Her thoughts still bothered over the past few hours.   As she closed the door to her room.  Had she not convinced the patronage of their employment to give extra gold.  Yet dismissed as if ditsy.   With that thought she strip out of her entertainer outfit and climb into bed, and snuggle under the covers.  <br/><br/><br/><br/></td></tr></tbody></table>