<br/><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; AC 19<br/><hr/><br/>That sun-burnt, pointy-eared, funny-accented harlot suckered me and suckered me bad.  I spun around, glaring at her with fists akimbo and approached, meaning business.<br/><br/>"Look, lady," I hissed at the drow,  "Ah' mey not be de' sharpest tool in de' shed, but ah' ain't gunna chop a tree down wit' a hammer.  An' when I gotta pay da' tab, I always end up payin' it.  What I mean t'say is, dun' worry 'bout me not wantin' a fight.  I'm goin' to fight withyer company til' the Karrnathi gov'ment sez we's square."<br/><br/>Then, I smiled, extending my hand towards her in greeting.<br/><br/>"We 'aven't met?"