<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/>Koram laughed heartily, and then slammed his hand on the counter top with great mirth.<br/><br/>"Then, my good man, I shall have four free drinks, since four is better than three, I think, but you put it that three is the same as four."<br/><br/>He then sat on a stool and glanced at his drinking mates.<br/><br/>"I prefer port to ale, but will drink ale if and only if it is the only thing you have."  Then he slid a few coppers--just enough to fill the barrel that he had purchased-- along to the barkeep.<br/><br/>"And I will be traveling in Rengard's company, so I need provisions, if you understand my meaning.  Could you have one of your boys fill up my barrel with a few," here, Koram grinned with great geniality,  "gallons of port.  Or ale."