<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 suddenly sat in front of Rhea, tapping his fingers against the tabletop.  For a moment, Kalem actually looked dangerous.  But the tense moment passed.<br/><br/>"I'm going to level with you," he said.    "You are making this interaction very difficult.  Do I look like the type of guy that knows the difference between a sweet strawberry, a dry strawberry, or one that's just been picked in spring?  I'm a guy.  I just drink beer."<br/><br/>He placed his hands on his forehead.<br/><br/>"I cannot believe my rotten luck.  All my hopes and aspirations to fuck that gorgeous woman rest with you making a drink that tastes like strawberries."