<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 stared at the recipe for a long while.  It felt unnecessarily complicated, and the young man didn't understand how a liquor-infused tea that tasted like strawberries could ever be a thing.  This was an adventurer's tavern, not a nobleman's house.<br/><br/>But whatever.<br/><br/>"Thanks, Rhea," Kalem said, grabbing Rhea's concoction.   "Do what you want."<br/><br/>He hustled back to the bar, grinning stupidly at Velkyn as he approached.  He ran around the counter, and shouted at a guest who wanted something,  "get it yourself!"  He waggled his eyebrows at Velkyn, and then started to get to work.  But he soon realized that he didn't actually have a tea kettle.  No matter.  He'd boil the water in a pot.  So he grabbed a pot.  But the only available pot--as all pots were constantly simmering with an ongoing soup--was covered in grime.<br/><br/>"Sir Val," he said, turning to the man.   "You wouldn't happen to have a pot, would you?"