<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/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>"Eh, hm, Sword was it, right? Tell me, you've not voiced many an opinion since we all met up...have to say I'm a little interested to see what you have to say, you know get inside your head and what not."</strong> Jo beamed a big smile at Sword.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Looking down, her tigereye lenses flashed as if blinking.  "Taverns have many drinks," she said, pointing behind the bar.  She tried to put into words what she was thinking.  "People like variety.  Different drinks, food, colors, clothes, people."  She looked around at their small group, "We are varied.  Maybe Mr. Rengard likes that."  Craning her head over the others a bit, she examined the dog before it was put to bed.  "I'm also told that dogs are cute..."</td></tr></tbody></table>