<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/>Though he was drunk, Koram felt a bit awkward watching Sword dance so badly.  He hopped off of the counter and approached the warforged, his index fingers up to signal for her to pause.  Then, he gestured to the sword (with a bit of tipsiness, mind you) and... lifted it off of her head, placed it unto the bar, and then presented his hands to her.<br/><br/>Thinking to himself that it might be awkward to stand there and await for the warforged to sense that he wanted her to take his hands, he gathered her metallic palms into his large hands and smiled at Sword.<br/><br/>"I meant... do you dance<em>with a partner?</em>I think I know the answer, but we're not here to win a contest."  He released Sword's hands and then began to direct a group of inngoers to move tables and chairs around to create something of a dance floor.  Then, he took Sword's hands again and pulled her into the dance floor, grinning boyishly.<br/><br/>"Please do dance with me!" he chided politely in a rushed, secretive voice.