<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/>The knight turned to look at Jo and laughed heartily.  Then he picked up another port, took a sip, then climbed unto his stool and then unto the counter.  He stood upright, saluting the crowd, and then taking another swig.<br/><br/>"I say no!" he said with serious enthusiasm.   "I do not rhyme unless I am drunk, and I am not down for the count just yet."  He counted the syllables after this statement, and then nodded to himself when he discovered that he had not rhymed.<br/><br/>"But do not think me a drunk, dear cleric!" he said to a row of laughter.   "No, a man is a drunk if he drinks to forget, and I only drink to remember."  He coughed, testing his voice, and then began to dance and sing on top of the bar like a boisterous, hardy male ought whenever in the throes of liquor.<br/><br/>"Give me some of that dwarven ale!" he sang.   "Enough to send me slumber a-sail!  Direct me to the closest whale, so that I may be it's nail.  Give me some of that dwarven ale so that I may forget what the doctor said:  that I took up a strange and foreign ail and soon should be dead!  Give me some of that dwarven ale because elves do not brewmasters make!  It is but a preference, for-heaven's-sake!  Give me some of that dwarven ale, enough to send me slumber a-sail!  Direct me to the closest whale so that I may be it's nail!  Give me some of that dwarven ale, so that I may find myself among the frail, and die of consuuuuuuuumption!"<br/><br/>He took up his stein and took a deep drink, finishing the contents of his mug. Then he bashed his stein against the stein of others, and laughed merrily.