<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/qPvdr8L.jpg?1)<br/></div><strong>Name:</strong><strong>Lucrezia Bathory</strong>(https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2446758)<br/><strong>HP:</strong>81 / 81<strong>PP:</strong>11<strong>AC:</strong>23<strong>Flat-Footed:</strong>23<strong>Touch:</strong>9<br/><br/><strong>Conditions/Effects:</strong><br/><strong>Actions:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>"How very gracious" Lucrezia cooed as Harlo busted out the fine ale. She did not hesitate to partake in his generosity, though instead of taking one of the offered mugs she would instead point across to the bar. Suddenly a clean wine glass would lift itself off the shelf and float over to their table, and with an extra twirl of her finger the cask would levitate as well and pour her a drink. It may have seemed a bit ill fitting to drink ale from such a fancy glass, but surely the quality of the man's brew deserved the same respect as any fine vintage. With a delicate grip she brought the brew to her pale lips, lifting the veil just enough to allow her to drink, and gave a delighted sigh after a long sip, "exquisite, I keep telling mistress to peruse your stock more often, perhaps I should arrange an order once this business is concluded"<br/><br/>Lucrezia smiled beneath her veil and gave Akari and Kaname a tiny wave with her fingers as they approached the table. For as polite and disciplined as the noble dhampir was, even she had difficulty keeping her eyes upwards in their presence, and Kaname would catch a brief moment of her blood-red gaze flicking across her shapely body. Of course it wasn't quite the lip licking leer that Nevine always gave the cleric, but she had made no secret that she found the busty butterfly ravishing. It didn't help that her human blood sang to her senses, her scent just as enticing as her looks, creating a thirst that no ale could satisfy, regardless of Harlo's immaculate brewing.<br/><br/>As the captain began her explanation Lucrezia would listen in attentively. However as she did a hand would slip beneath the table, and a few moments later Akari would feel something gently slide across her lap. If she were to investigate she would find it was a sealed letter, signed by Nevine, the "V" in the center of her name stylized to look like a heart. It was artfully crafted stationery, and if she held it closer she would smell that it had even been perfumed, vanilla and spice, the same scent that had embraced her when she danced in Nevine's arms. Lucrezia would simply give the elf a wordless wink, before turning her attention back to Leane, "Hmm, for some odd reason I think people might already be aware of Lady Tallianni's<em>unique</em>heritage..." she said with a playful shrug of her eyebrows. It wasn't that hard to guess she had demonic parentage considering she was, you know, a<em>tiefling</em>, "Still, this group must be quite formidable to be able to pluck from the royal tree so easily, and in such a way that the public hasn't been made aware yet" she said, giving a nod when Darian mentioned speaking with the dead, "At the risk of sounding distasteful, my mistress would have no problem restoring those victims to a more helpful state. If we could raise your most recently discovered bodies we could potentially have them guide us right back to our culprits, or at least give us a better idea where to look"