<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/>Surprise at the ruse that had been done.  As the true Mr Rengard revealed himself.    I could not help but look at the false leg.   While rising up to follow as beckon to.  <br/><br/>I thou would afford a glance towards the armor being that came to life.  I had never seen such, heard of such.  An thus is suitably awed by such a being.  In one way the she, as  I suppose it is a she.  Is kind of scary an all. <br/><br/>So with that thought I go to follow are benefactor.  The mandolin bumping lightly against my right hip, from the rear with each step.   <br/><br/><br/></td></tr></tbody></table>