<div class="floatleft">(http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FTEqwU8M2Lo/TXJvHlCc35I/AAAAAAAAAh8/w51aFh-mPKE/s1600/Ranger_NKD_09_small.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 25pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_u">A Ranger From the North:</span></span></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;">Ghost (Koram Whitehall)</span></span><br/><em>Adventurer, Explorer, Soldier and Ex-Convict;</em><br/>12 HP (Current 12); AC 15;  (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=578732)<br/><br/>Like a Ghost, Koram Whitehall had lurked in the daylight, waiting to see who would show at the Pathfinder Lodge.  As the tall man clad in dark colors made his way within, Ghost slipped behind him and assumed a normal gait.  When he stopped, Ghost stopped.  But the ranger from the north slipped past him and confronted the two other adventurers mingling within.<br/><br/>"Ladies," he said with a nod as he slunk into a seat.  Then, he slung his bow off of his shoulder and placed it on a side table, and then he adjusted his longsword.   "Sir," he added as a greeting to the tall man.   "Forgive me if I don't make small talk."  And with that, he leaned back, closed his eyes, and seemed to doze off.