<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/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">At the Inn<br/>The Inn Keeper was named Norman, as it was written on a little piece of parchment that rested off to the side of the guest book which he worked from. As Allie spoke Norman glanced up, he smiled, noticing the look of the beautiful woman, the instrument. "You're welcome to entertain my guests," he said, "Bard's always welcome to do some work around here and make the people a little more cheerful, this war and lack of supplies has some of the travelers less than enthused. Plus its hard for them to get around with all of this that's been going on."<br/><br/>He paused for a moment, "You wouldn't happen to be with Roland Rengard's new crew, would you?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Allie would shift her pose, as her hands came done and she gripped the bar top.  So she could draw up her feet behind her off the ground. An bring them up to bounce against her backside. As she teetered now on the edge of the bar.  <br/><br/>In response to Norman having surmise correctly. <em>"Yes sir I am."</em><br/><br/><br/><br/></td></tr></tbody></table>