<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>  Good Nature/Well Intentioned/Cold<br/><strong>HP:</strong> 33 <strong>AC:</strong> 17<br/></span><hr/><br/>The knight then brought his arm about for the paladin to take, and whether she took it or no, he then merrily walked down the thoroughfare towards the market.  He delightedly spoke of small trivialities, such as the architecture of the buildings, the manner of the peoples, the customs of the regions, etc. etc., with the same enthusiasm throughout.  There was a preternatural grace to him, each stride a seeming gallant one, his head held squarely in place, his shoulders always leveled.  The perpetual grin his countenance bore was secretive, mischievous, but it was not one that was conniving.  Indeed, Koram seemed happy to be alive, and he enjoyed a change in company.<br/><br/>"Ah, I am eager to learn of this goddess that you worship," said the knight a bit more tentatively, since religion had always been a touchy subject.   "My mother was a cleric, but I never got the name of what sort of cleric she was.  It must be a very fruitful life, being a priestess.  But you are not precisely a priest, are you, madam?  No, if I understand the differences correctly, you are like an agent of your god's will?"<br/><br/>He separated from her to allow some children to run by, rejoining her deftly moments later.  Looking over his shoulder, he made a small comment about the city, but then his tone took a more serious one.<br/><br/>"I am dreading the situation, madam," he said succinctly.   "It seems that you and I have the same, how do you call it, vigor for fighting, so I shall come out and be straight with you.  I do not like Mr. Rengard, and I do not trust him."