<div class="floatright">(https://farm8.static.flickr.com/7673/26911334061_6664baacfa_b.jpg)</div>Sir Pallam Rem (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1350847)<br/><sub>Paladin; HP: 104/104</sub><br/><br/>Sir Pallam liked the captain.  He was trustworthy on the battlefield, and he was easy to get along with outside of it.  Forged in steel, the heart of a soldier could be so easily hardened.  And it was easy for a hard heart to be cruel and unkind.<br/><br/>"...  it cannot be said now that I will offend my breakfast companions with my odor," he had said.<br/><br/>"Indeed!" the captain bellowed, laughing.   "It wouldn't have mattered regardless.  This place smells like death, and I am unsure whether the stench could be cleansed by magic.  No offense, my lady," he said, lifting his tin cup in salute to Myra.<br/><br/>When Corporal Gojar arrived, the paladin once again half-stood in greeting in the same manner he had done for Tessa.  He took the opportunity to get a good vantage of her accursed legs, and thoughtfully chewed on his ham as he stared at them for perhaps too long a moment.  Then, he sat down, and sipped on his coffee wistfully, searching his knowledge and experience for an explanation of her condition.<br/><br/>Deep in his thoughts, he half-listened to the corporal as she generously described the company's task.  Then, when she asked them to introduce themselves, the paladin placed his tin cup before him, and said:<br/><br/>"My lady, I am once again happy to make your acquaintance, and all of yours, of course," he said.  "My name is Pallam Rem, and I am a knight for Iomedae, the lady of honor and valor.  My church sent me here to shine her light upon the unknown, and as such, I find myself at your service."  Since he didn't expect any questions, he resumed his coffee.