<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/>To be honest, the monk was beginning to get on my nerves.  This electrical elemental-driven train didn't need the conductor to hurry along, and I was feeling rushed.  I gritted my teeth as I hopped off of the horse, and then retained all of my civility when I said,  "What gives, y'bleedin' whore!  Quit pushin' us 'round.  Ah' can't fockin' imagine gettin' off a horse any quicker!"<br/><br/>I had to correct myself.<br/><br/>"Pardon.<em>Hippogriff.</em>Can't imagine gettin' off a hippogriff any quicker."<br/><br/>I folded my arms, grumbling at Kasumi and Sam's incessant impertinence when Mark arrived.  I turned to look at the warforged, and I lowered my arms at my sides and pointed at him.<br/><br/>"Wot gives?!  Ah' thought we had 'em on the ropes, then you fockin' jus' left?  Wot' orr you?  A chicken?!"  I harangued him with my well-known chicken impersonation.<br/><br/>Arrested Development Chicken Dance - GOB (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eNkap169RQo#)<br/><br/>But then, the Rierdan ambassador arrived and I couldn't help but laugh triumphantly.<br/><br/>"Mister Ambassador," I said, flinging my costume off magnificently and revealing myself to be me.  I then retrieved my spellbook from my pouch, and opened it up to my last empty page.   "Camp'ell Garrett frem' de' Korrenberg Press.  S'it true dat yer' holdin' Karrnathi's 'gainst deir' will?"