<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); 36 HP (Current 26); AC 19<br/><hr/><br/>This was exciting!  This was dramatic!  There was really only one more thing that would make this situation reach its fever pitch.  And the intrepid, dashing, amazing, handsome, charming, esoteric and worldly journalist was just the fellow to do it.  But first, he gleefully swirled away at his notes, tongue half out like a thirsty dog, yearning for more information.  He was capturing the words, the essence of the ambassador, the fear of the child.  It was all so perfect!  Then, as was his want, he went into great detail as to how the dog's breasts swayed, but failed utterly to remark upon the beauty of the woman.  Who cares about that stuff?  Nobody.  Certainly not him.<br/><br/>When the ambassador came down, Garrett smiled brightly and shook his hand.  Then, because Garrett is of a naturally suspicious character, he attempted to pick his pocket without being seen, whilst commenting:   "Why, terribly glad t'meet a fan!  Yes, yes, utterly fallible dese' cornholes are."<br/><br/>Then, even if he was detected, he'd take a swig of the wine and obnoxiously gasp with pleasure.   "Fine port!  Ah' lak it!"<br/><br/>He was still drinking wine when the battle ensued.<br/><br/><strong>OOC:</strong><br/><br/>I rolled a 14 on the sleight of hand.  Urgh!