<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f4/LittleJohn12.jpeg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>Hammond "Hamm" Barksdale</strong></span><br/><strong>HP:</strong>11<strong>AC:</strong>13<strong>Passive Senses:</strong>13<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Concerned but Optimistic<br/>Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=626559)<br/><hr/><br/>"I am sorry, like Miss Schoenberg said. We don't know anything about soldiers being called for. We're explorers, sort of, sent out to scout out the Greenbelt. We've got a charter and everything. Who's got the charter?" he asked, looking around at his party.<br/><br/>"But part of what we're out here for is to give those bandits a punch in the nose, so now and here's as good a place as any. About how often do these folks come 'round here to bother ya?" Hamm took the time to shovel in another oversized spoonful of stew, mindful that their hosts just might pull back the bowl at any minute out of disappointment.<br/><br/><hr/><strong>OOC:</strong><br/>