<div class="floatleft">(http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk52/bopperstopper/51da85c9-064b-4d37-9da0-591ad17e6fa8_zpsraxkvcv4.jpg)</div><strong><em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans;">Calim Lebeda</span></span></em></strong>(http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1054886)<br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans;"><em>CG Human Bard 1</em><br/><br/><strong>Init:</strong> +3; <strong>Hp:</strong> 9/9; <strong>Spell slots:</strong> 1st: 2/2; <strong>Performances</strong>: 7/7<br/><strong>AC</strong> 15 (touch 13, flat-footed 12); <strong>Fort</strong> +1, <strong>Ref</strong> +6, <strong>Will</strong> +1<br/><br/><strong>Languages:</strong> Common, Giant, Dwarven, Elven<br/><strong>Current Performance:</strong> None</span></span><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Calim felt relief surge through him when it was revealed that no marriage was to be proposed, and he cracked a grin at the man's joke as he shook his hand. He'd take a seat, noting the subtle displeasure in Dame Sarrona's expression. It was the same sort of look his mother used to give him when he made an arse out of himself in public. He had no such luck when it came to dour reactions, as his chin tended to shake when he was distressed. Many a time had he been accused of being a crybaby growing up because of this.<br/><br/>The mention of Lord Somnerfast's ball brought back some pleasant memories. He'd enjoyed himself, but in no small part thanks to the lady he'd met there. She was one of the small number of people he'd dated in his life, let alone bedded. But of course, he managed to cock up that relationship quickly enough. At the very least, he'd learned how much his priorities lied with the bardic lifestyle, and never to let things come down to a choice between his lover and his music.<br/><br/>Aldori was spot on in his assumptions. Adventure and fame were concepts that often danced through his mind. This offer was perfect. Perhaps too perfect, but he wouldn't complain. He had a nose for opportunity, and he could smell it now.<br/><br/><strong>"So, I expect this venture is well-funded?"</strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/>And so Calim rode into town on his mule. Edward was the name he'd decided for the mount when he'd first laid eyes on it in the stables those few months back. And it had remained so even after he soon discovered that he was a she. After dismounting the less than noble steed and leaving her to be stabled, he strode into City Hall with the air of a consummate noble. He drew his lots with a hidden glee, just adoring the random chance of it all. To think that the people he'd fight and possibly die with were chosen by the luck of the draw was an exhilarating prospect.<br/><br/>Finally standing among the group of five, he examined his new companions with care. Most looked rather tough, aside from the gnome, who appeared more cute than anything. But of course, he knew not to misjudge a gnome by their appearance. He'd learned that lesson the hard way some time ago. As a matter of fact, she looked-- no, she couldn't be. He took in the names as introductions began, and a wide grin spread across his face as the familiar looking male said his name.<strong>"My fair Wlady! I knew I recognised you. We beat up nobles together."</strong>Well, more like were beat up by nobles, but he figured that was best left out in front of their compatriots.<br/><br/>He turned to Jazzy as she spoke, wondering with a small smirk whether she was referring to him as the pretty and fancily dressed one. The clothes he wore were made of fine enough fabrics and somewhat intricate design, so it could pass as fancy. As for his looks, he had no doubt about that. With an easy grin, he took her small hand in his and shook it. Just from her introduction alone, he felt certain that he'd like her.<strong>"The only thing I don't like about frogs are the taste, so I'm sure you have nothing to worry about."</strong>His gaze shifted from person to person again, and with a bright smile, he said,<strong>"Well, I must admit I'm surprised to see I'm surrounded by such stunning individuals. That includes you, Wlady."</strong>He offered the man a playful wink. His comment was true enough. Even when it came to the Catfolk woman, he found himself very much fancying her eyes, ears, tail, and figure.<strong>"Calim Lebeda is my name. Music and adventure is my game-- er, are my games."</strong>