<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/>Listening tot he response,  a slow shake of her head.   The artificer was a bitch clear and simple.  Who played a little game in belittling others.   While playing the melodrama she is busy with her work.    <br/><br/>Sure I knew my contribution for the group was not in combat, I abhorred such.  Thou when I had spoken up, to procure what seemed sensible and the group would need.  I am greeted with scorn looks, of contempt.   When I had played to ease the mood of people being uneasy and restless.  I had been greeted with rudeness.   Now when I had suggested that we have a person that is the one we look to as a leader.  Sure this is not a military operation. Nor is a troupe of traveling entertainers.  But yet the bucko leads.  So who now will set the watches.  The little things that even a company of adventurers do.  <br/><br/>I leave off with my thoughts, as I turn and sign.  Then would make way out of Rengards.   Heading over to the inn.  In hopes that I might find some cheer.  <br/><br/><br/><br/></td></tr></tbody></table>