<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/>When Corporal Gojar called him "the gods' own favored killer," the affable paladin did not then comprehend that she was referring to him.  But it's not like he would have been offended.  Sir Pallam was like a large happy puppy, easily satisfied and quick to forgive.<br/><br/>When the druid arrived, Sir Pallam half-rose, still gnawing on a slice of ham, and he proffered her a friendly smile before resuming his seat.  He was chewing his ham mindfully when Merle told him about the purple dick-drawing druid who kept his shit in jars.  The paladin frowned at Myra's creature, took a deep breath, and quit his ham on account of losing his appetite.<br/><br/>"What an offensive and strange bird!" the paladin exclaimed with a rumbling chuckle.   "Corporal Gojar, did you hoodwink this poor gnome into purchasing your ill-trained parrot?  Or did this creature learn such filth on its own?  Ha ha ha."