<div class="floatleft">(http://img850.imageshack.us/img850/5313/huntericonl.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>---Barok Arvidsson---</strong></span>(http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=383337)<br/><hr/><br/><strong>"Ahhh, Rambar, ye've outdone yerself this time!"</strong>Barok crooned, savoring the hearty soup as he poured it down his gullet.<strong>"'N here I was thinkin' ye couldn't make soup without waterin' the taste down!"</strong><br/><br/>The giant of a man was in excellent spirits that evening, his cheeks rosy from wine and laughter.  Whenever one looked at him he had a different bowl or mug in each hand, one moment sucking the tender meat from crab legs, the next washing it down with fresh milk or wine.  Barok had kept his considerable appetites in check the whole voyage through, but now that their destination was in sight he seemed absolutely determined to stuff himself fatter than a boar at the holidays.