<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/>A horrified look would come to Allie's expression.  As she heard the news of the musicians having their instruments stolen.  A soft gasp ushered.  <em>"Oh my how horrible.</em> <br/><br/>Followed by quick glance and reach down for her own musical instrument,  her mandolin.   As grab it and bring it up into her lap.  Her eyes dart around the room for a moment.   With a distrustful look about.      A look that said that as much distances between this town and herself.  <br/><br/></td></tr></tbody></table>