"Local politics are not my forte. But I do agree that strangeness plus trenchoat very much points to a darn player character. Maybe he was even justified? The mayor's daughter might have been possesed or a vampire..."<br/><br/>In a split-second, Astrid's hand was at the grill, opening it and checking the swordfish in a blink of eye that some people's senses could have trouble even registering.<br/><br/>"Amulets, not alchemy. But it's very much the same thing. Those other written on my sheet are those I don't have. No necromancy, no effigy. It's just that the character sheet is designed like that. Does help to intimidate, I guess."<br/><br/>Glow from the grill shined on the golden bracelets Astrid worn and the ankh-symbols engraved in them seemed to reflect it especially brightly.<br/><br/>"I create amulets of protection and empowerement. From death, from weapons..."<br/><br/>She looked in the vampire's eyes, judging if he is worthy of such assitance and deciding that this game isn't likely to include much intra-party conflict.<br/><br/>"Like the one that protects from wood. Stakes and bolts just shatter before touching your body."<br/><br/>Astrid put her finger on his chest, where the heart was.<br/><br/>"More useful to you than to me, true? Makes you think Wizards of the Coast made the game..."