<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/>Once the song was through, most everyone gave a big cheer in the tavern, and Koram parted from Sword, giving her a deep bow and, as was his penchant, a kiss on the back of the hand.<br/><br/>"I greatly thank you for accompanying me to the dance floor!" he said with sincerity, and then moved back towards the bar to get his third mug of ale.<br/><br/>He slung his leg over a stool, pointed his finger up to get the bartender's attention, then took up his ale.  He turned around and noticed that he was sitting next to Fallon, and he offered her a smirk.  Nudging her shoulder, he spoke just high enough to be heard beyond the din of chat and laughter:<br/><br/>"We meet again!" he said jovially, nursing his ale.  Then he turned to look at Sword, and Venus and Jo, and remarked:   "I have good feelings about this cart race."