<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/>The brown hair human beauty sat on the end of the desk.  Her legs dangling over the side, lightly swinging back and forth.  In her arms cradling in lap is her mandolin.   However, the instrument for now sat silently in rest.    Tilting a glance at the silver hair woman.   As the woman voiced her impatiences.<br/>In response a smile would flash on her part.  As her gaze traveled to the other half elven.  <br/><br/>Mildly amused, Allie would turn her attention to her mandolin.  As she lifted it up and her slender fingers would begin playing a uplifting melody.  To lighten the mood within the office.  <br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Roll Result: Allie Fairflower rolled: 1d20, adding 7to the total<br/>Comment: Performmandolin<br/>Result: 18,<br/>Total: 25</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Her legs continued the light swinging back and forth, as her heels thumped softly on the side of the desk.  Her eyes sparkled as she played the mandolin and looked out over at the others.  <br/> <br/><br/><br/></td></tr></tbody></table>