<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>Perception +3<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Friendly and Chatty<br/>Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=626559)<br/><hr/>"I don't mind if I do, sir," Hamm said as he moved to sit at the indicated table. Lunch had been trail rations, hours ago, and though the journey had not been hard it was still enough to bring up an appetite. And who knew when they'd see fresh baked bread again? It was not for nothing that while growing up Hamm had occasionally been referred to as "the tallest halfing who ever lived".<br/><br/>Hamm's prayer was loud enough to be heard by others if they wished, and quiet enough to be ignored by those who didn't share his faith. "Bless this food, Old Forest Father, and those who live at the edge of your home."<br/><br/>"So have you seen much trouble out this ways?" Hamm asked Oleg. "We've heard about bandits -- do they come out this far?"<br/><br/>He looked toward Molle, and briefly a sour look passed over his round face. In the few days they'd been traveling together he didn't think he'd ever seen her smile. "I don't think this food's for sale, Ms. Aliyev."<br/><br/><hr/><strong>OOC:</strong><br/>