<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://i840.photobucket.com/albums/zz325/mebygod/by_zompf.jpg?t=1256787901)</td><td>Fallon shades her face a moment as if from the sun, but more to conceal the swelling of emotion in her expressive elven features.  "Looks like a fierce one," she offers Koram.  "Like he might lick your toes off."  <br/><br/>She chuckles softly as she watches the half-elf's congeniality toward the dog.  It was rather cute... Her fingers curl as if she means to touch it, but she doesn't.  "I can only begin to imagine how well this will go over at the Trafalgar Inn..." <em>My, how silly... being charged with a goddess herself to be a warrior, and mooning over a puppy</em>, she silently chastised herself.  <br/><br/>Then, after a moment's consideration of the value of passion, she decides that the canine's enthusiasm is a fair sight more lovely than her own pretentiousness, and she dips her face closer and sets to scratching behind its ears.  She exhales a contented sigh and speaks with resignation, "We'd better go before we end up with a whole kennel."<br/></td></tr></tbody></table>