<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/>Once it came quiet,  Allie pops up and looks about the room.  Seeing the door still open. She would slip out of bed.  Very much nude, as she goes and closes the door.   What should be a few seconds, is suddenly delayed.  The latch is not working, busted when the two had barged into the room. An now the door keeps popping open slightly ajar.   <br/><br/>Thou she should be mad about this, she is not.  In actuality Allie is quiet happy still and surprise.  For often there are not enough rooms and one finds themselves having to share rooms.    <br/><br/>So with that last thought of having to share a room.  It pauses her from grabbing a blanket and wrapping it around herself and heading down to the innkeeper and asking for another room.  The likely hood of another being available not be good.   So a moment to look around her room and perhaps come up with the idea of sliding something in front of the doo, to keep it shut.<br/><br/></td></tr></tbody></table>