<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/MRIYrLs.jpg)</div>Alicia Terosa (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2008112)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"There you are," Alicia said to nobody in particular, as she followed the slimy trail to its point of origin. Nowadays she spoke with the genteel accent of a higher station that she pretended to be, masking the street cant of the Black District that was her language growing up. She looked up trying to see where the nearly transparent tendril hung from, but alas, though her dark powers granted her the unnatural ability to see in the darkness, they were stymied by the all-pervasive smog belched out from the factory smokestacks.<br/><br/>She looked for a way to climb up the smokestack and the base of the dangling vine... before she left, though, she took out her dagger and grabbed the tip of the tendril with her other hand, intending to cut off a sample. Perhaps she would be able to find someone who could study it, figure out what it was exactly.