<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/>(OOC:  This is an odd bit of conversation, isn't it?  It's like we are having three conversations at once.)<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=51290.msg2406419#msg2406419">Quote from: Ixy on 02-11-2009, 15:19:47</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I didn't exactly say now, did I?"  She drags her fingers through her coppery hair and tests the placement of a simple wood-and-leather clip there.  "Well, I'll indulge your assumptions and your curiosity, since you're being so polite and all.  I'm no priestess... I was an acolyte.  More a servant of the church than a leader."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>To this, the knight carefully noted the mentioning of the word 'acolyte.'  He did not know what it meant exactly, and even when she explained her position, the knight was at a loss as to what exactly she did.  He did not interrupt her story, however, and he thought better of asking her about it later.  Koram thought it perfectly fine to affect an ignorance to one's religion, but to affect ignorance towards religion in general was perfect jackanapery.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: Ixy</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"And not a particularly <i>good</i> one, mind you.  I was great company for the tired priests and defenders, but... well, never particularly good at being pious, nor at prostrating myself before another's will."  As far as an agent?  I'd like to think so... as it stands, the only reasonable summation I can offer is that she's charging me with a great task, and she's given me some tools to complete it."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><em>She?</em>he asked to himself.<em>Fallon must mean Sune.</em>Fallon's thought process was foreign to the half-elf, but he did not interject on its principles, but on its assumptions.  Koram thought Fallon similar to himself, not the exact opposite.<br/><br/>"There is something in that that I do not quite like," he said.   "You speak with a great deal of fatalism, madame;  you speak as if you had received the power and then tasked with an objective, instead of being tasked with an objective because you already possessed the power.  I believe that there is cause in what the gods do, and that it cannot be terribly random."<br/><br/>The conversation had continued, and it had moved on to the subject of their employer.  Koram had taken Fallon's words as good authority on the matter, and quickly moved to another subject.  This was not because Koram was without his thoughts on the matter.  Indeed, he had a great deal of thoughts on Mr. Rengard.  However, he dismissed these as silly paranoia and spoke of the place that he was currently staying (the Trafalgar Inn).<br/><br/>Now, in the present, Koram was presented with a sleeping pup, not much older than a year.  To say that Koram was exceedingly delighted by the pup's quivering body as it struggled to awake would be an understatement.  Men of good breeding can take an immense liking to an animal, especially when the relationship was meant to be.  And Koram had met his match.  The knight reached down, tucked his hands beneath the terrier's arm pits, and lifted him up into his arms.<br/><br/>"Look at this, he is all ears!" Koram said to no one in particular.<br/><br/>Koram was at once happy and saddened to have met the dog.  Though he possessed no supernatural qualities, he was indeed a handsome dog with a shiny black coat and a bandit mask set on a white cowl.  His ears were floppy and hung low, and his paws were huge in comparison to his body.  His tail wagged happily from side to side, and his pink tongue lashed out at Koram's cheek.  The half-elf chuckled mirthfully at the dog, and set him down on a counter.  The dog didn't know whether to sit or stand because of his tail's impertinence, so it shifted back and forth eagerly.<br/><br/>"Do you know, my good man, that I have always wanted a dog?" he said with great affectation.  He grinned, and then petted the little monster.   "Who's the little devil, huh?  Yes, you.  You're the little devil." he said to the dog.<br/><br/>There is a great deal I should like to say about the happiness Koram felt at that moment, and to describe in particular how the dog had escaped certain doom, but had done it begrudgingly.  Perhaps, there should be a word on the lonely child that this dog had served as a good friend and loyal protector out in a solitary farm a few months back.  Koram was an unsuitable replacement, but he too needed a friend.<br/><br/>"All right, I shall take him.  But let us discuss payment arrangements."  Koram now explained to the business owner that he worked for a company down a few streets called Acquisitions Incorporated, and that he had on retainer a note of 100 gold pieces, and that if the keeper should like, that he should send someone post haste to retrieve a quarter of that note.