<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/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">At the Inn<br/>Jo watched excitedly from the floor as Allie began to dance. She wished that she had the skill to do that, she would have to ask Allie to teach her. Cheers shot up from the crowd and whoops and hollers. Allie certaintly got a lot of attention this way.<br/><br/>When her movements had finished and she came to a stop Jo rushed up, almost bowling her over, "You're going to have to teach me to do that."<br/><br/>For her trouble, Allie was given 25 gold.<br/><br/>((you guys want me to spur things forward to the next day?)) </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Stashing the coin gained this night, then grabbing her mandolin.   Allie would hop down off the stage.  She give a smile to Jo.  <em>"Sure just say when, I love to teach you."</em>  Allie would respond delighted with such a prospect.   <br/><br/>Jo that catch sight of one of the others and would point him out.  Allie would look towards where Jo points.  Recognizing the individual as one of the others over at the office.    Jo thou is already on her way across the room.   Allie follows a few steps behind then.   Catching up, just as Jo finishes hi and query if he remembered her.  <br/><br/>I give a genial nod of greet and flash a warm smile towards man.   For the moment his name eludes me.  <br/><br/>Even though it is warm within the inn.  Cool blasts of the chill weather outside usher in with each patron coming and going.   The bard has a slight sheen of glistening sweat from her dancing.  Her satin outfit clings to her even more so because of this.  An that errant drafts of cool air.  Has caused a peppering of goose bumps.<br/><br/>((ooc- I am fine with either way,  ushering to new day and beginning of mission.  Or playing out some more at the inn.))<br/></td></tr></tbody></table>