<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>  Exhausted<br/><strong>HP:</strong> 33 <strong>AC:</strong> 17<br/></span><hr/><br/>There really was no need for Koram to get up.  He had been up all night long.  To what end, let us say that a certain red-haired elf had assumed his attention.  Needless to say, Koram was not in the best shape in the morning, but his stamina was such that he didn't seem at all aggravated.  He approached the bar counter, placing his hand on the counter.  Koram appeared perplexed when he discovered no one attending the bar.  He really, really needed coffee.<br/><br/>He dragged ass outside, and covered his gaze with a hand.  He grumbled with good nature as he approached Rengard, taking the cloak from him and putting it over himself.<br/><br/>"It's getting frosty," he said.