<div class="floatright">(http://i35.tinypic.com/5k2a90.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 2em;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="bbc_u">Jo'Anne Rhiannon</span></span></span><br/><sub>Cleric-Scout lvl 1   HP 19  Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=163172)</sub><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Jo smoothed down her skirt and not waiting for Kyla to introduce herself she just spoke out of turn and in a nervous voice, a significantly smaller voice than usual, <strong>"Kyla...I didn't know they'd be sending anyone, especially you--you're here to help escort the medicine," </strong>her words seemed forced,<strong> "Was Abbot Merrimer optimistic that this would be enough?"</strong> she couldn't think of any thing else to question about the goods in her forced small talk bout. <br/></span><br/><br/>