<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 was about to ask Velkyn about what she meant with "putting jobs up" when Rhea walked in.  He sighed, dragged himself away from Velkyn, who had such a perky and nubile bod, and slid towards Rhea in an exceedingly lethargic way.<br/><br/>"... All right," he said to her, somewhat suspiciously, as he knew her to be a snob about spirits.  He grabbed<em>a</em>beer, a wine, and a whiskey.  It didn't matter which ones he picked, he thought, since she'd hate them all.  He set one after the other down in front of her.  The beer was in a tall wooden mug; the wine in a crystal goblet; and the whiskey, in a shot glass.<br/><br/>"Keep your coin, Rhea.  And also, keep your opinions to yourself."