<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTad7zLVX8tNzLoHX1MAR0HeyaueYGSFCtAxXvbiPwdNOW57oPRxQ)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;">Kalem Allbright</span></span><br/>Character Sheet (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1863442)<br/><br/>Kalem stood there for a moment, perplexed by the lady.  The bed was too small, he thought.  He unbuckled his weapon's belt, and his weapons clattered to the ground beneath him.  He then undressed for bed, finally unbuckling his belt, which kept his trousers snug to his hips no more.  Those tight leather pants would conceal his massive erection no longer.  It sprang up like a trap, and bobbed like an inflated balloon tethered by a string as he slowly eased into the very edge of the bed.<br/><br/>His figure was impressive, too.  Chiseled, hard, and wrought like brass.  It was difficult to discern him from a living statue, as his musculature was organized so perfectly.  Massive pectorals clung to his upper body, and held up a curtain of rippled flesh along his tight abdomen.  He was lean, but powerful.<br/><br/>He climbed into the bed sheets uncomfortably and without saying anything, turning his back to the lady so that she might have her privacy.