<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/>Allie felt inadequate since the battle.   She knew she was not a fighter.    Then through out the activity in finding out whether or not a deception or vaccines were being delivered.   She held her tongue,  only because she could not think of anything useful to say.   When it came to tactics  and what to do.  Again she held her tongue in such.  This was a far cry from a stage and audience.  <br/><br/>The truth of the matter.  The young woman is growing up.   As she realized the ramifications of stepping out of her nice and tighty world.    The thing about it is she realizes she is scared as crap over it.   <br/><br/></td></tr></tbody></table>