<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/>She notes that her companions are thinning out, as well as the rest of the bar.  Looking down at the cards in her hand, she notices the old man she had been playing against was resting his head on the table, asleep from the alcohol and lateness.  Leaving the copper pieces he had won from her on the table, she lumbered over to the fire to examine the gleam of her little gem collection, noting where a cut should be made, what needed polishing, and so on.</td></tr></tbody></table>