<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>  Getting Drunk &amp; Having Fun<br/><strong>HP:</strong> 33 <strong>AC:</strong> 17<br/></span><hr/><br/>The half-elf entered the room balancing a sleeping pup under his arm, the key to the door, a lit candle, and a barrel containing three gallons of ale.  He had entered the room, closed the door, set the light down on a small table in the corner of the room and settled the tankard when he became startled at the sight of a red-haired beauty on the bed.  He then smiled and bowed.<br/><br/>"I am not the sort of man that takes advantage of situations like these," Koram said politely, grinning from ear to ear as he approached the bed.  He pushed off his coat from his shoulders and allowed it to dump unto the ground.  Then he set Sir Percy into the coat, and covered him.  Koram then returned his attention to the woman on the bed, and slowly undid his shirt.<br/><br/>"However, when the Goddess of Love sends one of her acolytes to my bed, I am pressed to respond accordingly."  He crawled over her figure slowly, until he hovered just over her.  He tilted his head as he looked fully at her face and...  gently, he lowered his face down to allow his lips to scrape across hers.<br/><br/>"I just thought to myself how much of a fool I was to desire to spend the rest of the morning sleeping."