<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 before the inn door for what felt like an eternity, staring at Despoina's gorgeous countenance.  He felt inclined to have her.  To ravage her.  To assault her with his lips.  To rape her.  He felt angry that they should part, but when she dismissed him, Kalem became... crestfallen.  He was in disbelief, as if he had been deprived of some limb in the night.  The man did not think that he could live without her now that she was gone.<br/><br/>They had arrived safely to the inn, with Kalem a bit worse for wear after one of the dogs bit him.  But Despoina had arrived safely.  That was all that mattered to him.  It felt so strange to have become so... attached to such a stranger.  She was so lovely.  He could not imagine a lovelier sight.  But she was gone.<br/><br/>He did not see the other woman walk past him.  He did not see the interaction between Despoina or the elf.  It was like he could not hear anything now.<br/><br/>But then, she said: "let's go in."<br/><br/>His heart almost jumped out of his chest.  He was so happy.  They would be together just for a while longer.  His unrivaled ecstasy would not end.<br/><br/>"Of course, my lady," he said, obliging himself just the slight hint of a pleased smile.   "Allow me to open the door for you."  And so, the man opened the door for the woman of his dreams.<br/><br/>Business is brisk as the long shadows of evening slant through the taproom’s open windows. A bald, red-faced man wearing an apron works behind the bar and several young girls carry platters of food and drinks to various tables. Most of the crowd seems to be local farmers and traveling merchants, although clustered<br/>around one table sits a rough-looking group of mercenaries, one of whom is a short, black-cloaked figure who might be a goblin. They huddle over their drinks in quiet conversation, occasionally raising a head to eye the crowd. At a table nearby, a bespectacled scholarly looking fellow discusses a piece of decorated linen spread across the tabletop with a small group of onlookers.<br/><br/>Kalem and Des find a table in the tap room and take a seat.  They are quickly served fresh bread and ale by a serving wench.