<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/>Garrett didn't seem to mind the conversation, and merely regaled Brolo (or was it Carlos?) with a litany of curses when the guard destroyed him.<br/><br/>"Aww, what the fuck!" cried the journalist, grumbling.  Then he reclined back, almost insulted at the loss.<br/><br/>"You stupid ninny!  The one thing you remembered to bring to the cell was a board game?  Couldn't you have brought liquor!?  Or maybe some narcotics?!  I'm having a lot of trouble enjoying your company while sober.  By the five nations, I must be the stupidest son of a bitch alive to be friends with dwarves!  My new best friend:  the guard!  The guard will be my new best friend.  What do you say, guard?  Have you or have y--"<br/><br/>Here, the mischievous inker interjected with incredulity:<br/><br/>"A mine has collapsed!?!?" He rose to his feet, placing his hands on the table.   "That's a story of it!"