<div class="floatleft">(http://www.britsattheirbest.com/cr_actor_keith_ledger.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_u">The Lion of the Press:</span></span></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;">Campbell Garrett</span></span><br/><em>Adventurer, Explorer and Famed Reporter for the Korremberg Press</em><br/>Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=168844); 41 HP (Current 26); AC 22<br/><hr/><br/>There were two thoughts that were struggling for dominance on their way from his brain to his lips.  The first was the obvious.  A baron!  Queen Aurala of Aundair would bestow upon him a barony!  He wished his mother could see him then, at the doorway of nobility.  The second thought was a bit more abstract, but once you knew Mr. Campbell Garrett for a while, it too was obvious.  It was this thought that won.<br/><br/>"I hope Queen Aurala gives me a barony with her mouth on my cock!"<br/><br/>Garrett's display of vulgarity was emphasized with a fist pump and a thumb's up.  Then he fell to a seat on the table, brought his hands up to the back of his head, and lay down on, giggling maniacally.<br/><br/>"Wot, I can imagine her beautiful breasts swingin' to and fro and her blond hair everywhere.  Oh, Queen Aurala, I would say, yer' so good at sucking dick.  How did you get so good, I would ask.  She'd tell me that she gets trains and trains of virile youths and goes to town on em.  And I would be psyched, because that's pretty cool.  Women of authority are always sexually aggressive.  She'd tear me up, now that I think about it.  I mean, she looks so disenchanted all of the time.  But I would put a twinkle in her eye.  I would pound the snot out outta her.  That lady is hotter than the sun."  Garrett did not stop talking.