<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>Brekkist<hr/><br/>"Damn lady, that's crazy," Xanavel had mumbled around a mouthful of breakfast as Cass had gone on her ranting raving bit. "You gonna eat that?" Apparently being dead and then suddenly<em>not</em>works up an appetite, even if one's<em>need to eat</em>had been reduced... And it's not that Xanavel hadn't been listening; She took in every word Cass had said. There was a cold gleam behind her catlike eyes, a row of sharp teeth behind her smirk. "Get rich or die again, who can say no to that?"<br/><br/>She waved off Katra's offer of a loan. "Oh no no<em>no</em>. I already don't know how old debts work with the whole "dead and back again" situation, so I'd rather not take on anything new... If I can help it." She napkined the corner of her mouth and stood, clad in her oddly clingy, almost suede-like robes. When she smoothed her hands over the garment, green sparks flashed from the small bits of metal fastening here and there. "I think I'll be able to handle things, as you say."<br/><br/>"Besides, if I die again, I can always come back and smooch our necromancer boss. Right?" She flashed a smile at Cass, then tossed her hair behind her horns before pulling her hood up. "And  the two of you are going to have to tell me how you got dicks. Always wanted one of my own. Never got it quite right... Had to borrow a few."