<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/>He watched the bard leave with a perplexed gaze, but did not step up to stop her.  Koram did not know how to handle women when they were perturbed, and it was obvious to him that the artificer perturbed the bard.  In truth, he didn't really know women very well at all.  Had he sensed that the bard was frustrated with him too, he would have at least attempted to make inroads to a compromise.<br/><br/>His attention was once again overtaken by the elf.<em>Soldier Boy,</em>he thought.  What a terrible, condescending name.<em>Stiff upper lip, old boy:  don't let her take you down.</em><br/><br/><br/>"I am afraid, my dear," he began with a flourish of the hand,  "that this is an impossibility.  You see, my beloved and cherished Aunt Mildred gave this suit of armor to me when I graduated from the academy, and it's served me well so far.  I find it more valuable than it truly is.  That is rather silly of me, but I can't bear to part with it."  Another grin, and then he reclined back against the desk.<br/><br/>"However, I am in the business for a heavy crossbow.  I'm fidgety by nature, so you cannot count on me much for it, but... well I find the thing rather entertaining."