<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://imageftw.com/uploads/20091029/Female_Warforged.jpg) (http://imageftw.com/uploads/20091029/Female_Warforged.jpg)</td><td> <strong>Sword</strong><br/><br/>The warforged found herself a bit relieved by how... relaxed was probably the word.  Normally she was stared at, hearing whispers behind her in quiet bars.  These people were boisterous enough to draw their own attention and leave her the observing one.  She made some notes in her head.  <em>Drunk, rhyme.  Drunk, sing.  Sing, rhyme...</em>  Was there a connection?<br/><br/>She motioned to the barkeep, who warily passed a mug to her.  Tipping it back, the whole spilled neatly down her throat.  Slapping it on the counter, she called out, "Ale, bail, cale, dale, fail, gale, hail, jail, mail, nail, pail, quail, rail, sail, tail, veil, wail."</td></tr></tbody></table>