(http://www2.strategyfirst.com/downloads/wallpapers/disciples3_elven_warrior_ART_640x480.jpg)<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>  Prepared to Fight<br/><strong>HP:</strong> 33 <strong>AC:</strong> 17<br/></span><hr/><br/>Koram leaned against the wagon, his arms folded over his large barrel-sized chest, his chin against his collarbone, his eyes narrowed.  The only thing that moved was a tapping, gloved finger.  He was tired of the group making mountains out of mole hills, and how much they talked.<br/><br/>"People, we are never going to get any where if we keep doing this," he said.   "Either all of us investigate, or none of us investigate.  But we do not have the second option, so everyone-- please-- nevermind the bollocks.  Let's.  Get.  Going."