<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/W5z41u2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Xanavel<br/><strong>Race/Class:</strong>Tiefling Warlock<br/><strong>HP:</strong>18 |<strong>Armor:</strong>1<br/><strong>Effects:</strong><br/><strong>Action:</strong><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spells</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>ROTES:</strong> Corpse Whispers, Contract, Unseen Servant, Brimstone (+1 Damage)<br/><strong>1<sup>st</sup> LEVEL:</strong> Terrorize, Trust In Me, The Urge</div></div><hr/><br/>After relaying the information back to the company, Xanavel had perched herself on a nearby log, one knee up, completely unmindful of just how much lilac skin this pose put on display. Instead she was focused on a small black disk from her pack.<br/><br/>"It doesn't have to be swords and screaming." She looked up, the corner of her mouth forming a smirk. "They have a good grift going, and didn't kill their marks. I wouldn't mind learning a bit of that sleep magic..." One pointed ear twitches. "They're headed this way, so we should reach a decision fast."<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"> Yes, let's reach a decision fast, says the slowest ass in the group...</div></div><br/><br/>"I think we make friends."