<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c9/AndroidWiz4.png)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Yeun Lush</span>(https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1651589)<br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">N Android Wizard</span><br/>Location: Standing<br/>Tagged: Everyone<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Perception: 18</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2018-08-16 22:10:11, Yeun (uid: 24594) rolls: 1d20a2 Result: 18 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=124148)</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Arcana: 19</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2018-08-16 22:15:10, Yeun (uid: 24594) rolls: 1d20a8 Result: 19 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=124149)</div></div><hr/><hr/><br/>He studied the room as he waited for their host to arrive, and after she'd appeared, looking her over and canting his head a touch.  Her servants were odd, but what really struck him was the impossibility of the room's architecture.  The inside didn't match the outside, and he was well-versed in the arcane arts, well enough to guess that the three of them were smack in the midst of some form of illusion spell.  The purpose of it eluded him, and he didn't care enough to bother trying to parse out the small humanoid's reasoning.  In his experience, the fey races were ten times harder to understand than their non-fey counterparts.<br/><br/>Once he'd settled his mind as to the uncomfortably disorienting state of the windows, he moved forward and waited to take the quill from Rala.  His voice had a measured, pleasant cadence and tone, but his words lacked the inflection that one might expect from a feeling being.  That and the faint shimmer of silvery-holographic circuitry in his dusky skin where the light struck it at oblique angles made his synthetic heritage (if you could call it that) clear.  He scanned the contract silently with little real care for what it said, only playing a bit of monkey see-monkey do to try and blend in a bit more and ease the potential qualms of his employer and colleagues.<br/><br/>With that smile once more settling awkwardly on his, albeit handsome, face, he printed his name beneath the others.  His handwriting was meticulously neat and formal; a small, precise script that would serve perfectly for transcribing text but lacked anything resembling personal flair or identifying qualities.  He looked up after completing his signature and offered the quill to the gnoll, speaking without dropping the unflinching smile.<br/><br/>"I look forward to the adventure we are about to embark upon."<br/>