<div class="floatleft">(https://i.postimg.cc/Sx8p1qwx/images-95.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Davriel Nox<br/></span></span><hr/><em>Lvl 4 Twihard</em><br/><strong>HP:</strong>???<br/><strong>AC:</strong>???<br/><strong>Standard Perception:</strong>???<br/><hr/><br/>Destroyed. Exploded. Semantics really. Clearly neither term was particularly accurate. Translocated, perhaps, would have been a better way to describe it. Davriel made a mental note not to be so flippant about summarising next time. Either way, it didn't seem terribly important to Davriel. Point was; the card was supposedly stupid powerful, and so were the rest of them. Which were out there too, if the Wizard was to be believed.<br/><br/>But any doubts he might have held about the authenticity of Oxenbridge's story were promptly put to rest when his fingertips made contact with the card. Davriel flinched, not ready at all for the monstrous surge of power he could feel within the card. He almost dropped it out of shock. There could be no doubting that the card he was holding was something ridiculous. His usually steady hand trembling slightly, he turned the card over to glance at the back, Oxenbridge's words almost fading into the background... Almost. There were twenty one more like this? Even if they were a thousandth as powerful as he claimed... and Davriel had proof enough for him... it was mind boggling.<br/><br/>He made sure to pay close attention to the designs on the back before returning it. If he came across another card, he'd definitely want to know about it. Though whether or not said card made it's way back to Oxenbridge was another matter entirely. You don't just go giving people<em>superweapons</em>. Not unless you're damned sure it's not going to come back and bite you...<br/><br/>It was somewhere during this was going on that Milena floated down the stairs. Davriel's eyes slid over the stunning figure the woman presented, but only for the briefest moment. He was far too preoccupied by the card to spare her any more than that. Or Khaldrash, whom she promptly struck up an argument with. Still chasing that contract of hers, no doubt. If she hadn't gotten it done by now, Davriel didn't hold out much hope. Nor did he care, really. If the Orc decided he didn't like his terms, Davriel didn't think a signature would stop him... But it was amusing to watch them butting heads over it. Usually. He tuned them both out, waiting patiently for the wizard to elaborate on his motives.