<div class="floatleft">(http://www2.strategyfirst.com/downloads/wallpapers/disciples3_elven_warrior_ART_640x480.jpg)</div><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 3.95em;">KORAM</span></span><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 2em;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;">Half-Elf Knight/Marshal</span></span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;">A Disciplined Warrior from the North</span><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;"><strong>Attitude:</strong>  Napping<br/><strong>HP:</strong> 33 <strong>AC:</strong> 17<br/></span><hr/><br/>By virtue of his already being asleep, he took no notice of what the artificer had said, but he wouldn't have noticed that she had been speaking to him if he had been.  It was very difficult for Koram to find insult in anything, which made speaking to him about serious things very difficult, as you can imagine.  It was not that he was childish, it was simply that he wasn't dramatic, overzealous or over ambitious.  He was level-headed and calm, and the lad even slept with a smile.<br/><br/>He was in bliss.  The rattle of the cart was like the rocking of a crib, and Mr. Koram was perfectly exhausted!  If he had the wherewithal to respond to Venus' mental inquiry, he would have said, "my dear woman, I spent all night thinking of you," even though he hadn't, since the only woman that commanded his attention last night was the copper-haired female riding gloriously on a horse.<br/><br/>And what a glorious woman she was!  Koram was certain that he had never known another woman like her.  But his dreams did not consist of Fallon's naked body gyrating to the bard's mandolin.  Koram was indeed the most haunted man one might come across, and his dreams consisted of sensations of falling and of human despair.