<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/>Koram did not understand Fallon any better than he did before, and indeed, he felt as if he understood her much less than any woman he had ever known.  This development wrought a twisted smile from Koram's lips.<br/><br/>The rest of the night was a blur for Koram.  He became a confederate to a group of dwarves, and the foursome gambled an hour away.  A row ensued, and this led to a competition of sorts where all threw their boots into buckets fifteen yards away to see who landed the most within.  Afterwards, Koram brought his new puppy and carried him around like a baby as the four bumbled into the streets, got censured by the constable, and returned to the tavern laughing like madmen two hours later.  At this juncture, Koram and the dwarves shared stories, sang songs, danced dances, played games, and were perfect friends.  Perfect friends, in fact, that Koram made sure to take down their names.  His handwriting was terrible when he was drunk, however, so no luck in retrieving them from his foggy memory.<br/><br/>Sir Percy, as the dog was dubbed that night, and Koram parted ways from the dwarves in the early morning hours, and the duo went to sleep without much incident.