<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d8/Dhampir_Sorceress.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Mephis<del>Daphoinos</del><br/><strong>Race:</strong><del>Ḩ̸̉å̴̱l̷̤͒f̷̺̎-̶̨̚E̴͖̾l̶̯̓f̷͓̒</del>Dhampir<br/><strong>Age:</strong>20<br/><strong>Class:</strong>Sorcerer<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Adventurer, Divine Mark, Harlot's Mark, Slave of Lord Victor Balebrook, Traitor to Atlantica<br/><hr/>Mephis made sure to stay and watch during the binding ceremony, in case her own experiences going through it might be helpful in answering any questions or helping to reassure Alana. As she did, she was reminded of her own experiences being subjected to that ritual binding magic, roughly two full years ago. The corruptive influence of Zatash had changed her body so much that she hadn't even counted as a Half-Elf anymore, which had meant that one of her masters had had to pay for her to get a proper ID card made in order for her to be registered as an adventurer, but that hadn't mattered back then. She hadn't been required to display her character sheet at the time. They had simply enacted the binding ritual, regardless of her own will, and bound her, like the other slaves they were transporting, to the master of the auction house, so that she would have nowhere to run to if she somehow managed to get away. Needless to say, given the state she was in at the time, she wasn't even remotely up to any escape attempts.<br/><br/>After the binding ritual was over, she hurried out of the tent and back to her master to retrieve him. On the way out, though, she did spare a glance towards Josephine. The armored woman's helmet was still as expressionless as ever, gleaming dully in the light from the various campfires that had been lit around the camp. Remembering their earlier, somewhat tense discussion, the dhampir hoped that there wouldn't be too much in the way of hard feelings going forward, that they would all be able to continue to work together. Even beyond her own plans for revenge, it had been... refreshing, to come across someone who was willing to not just object to slavery, but to take action against it. It made her want to get to know the armored woman much better in the future.<br/><br/>When she got to her master's tent, she gave him a brief report of what was going on and what she had agreed to on his behalf, a report that, admittedly, downplayed the danger somewhat in favor of focusing on the fact that Buga and his gang were outnumbered two to one and that this was an excellent opportunity to both form an adventuring company, one with at least two otherworlders in its ranks, no less, and propel that adventuring company immediately to local fame by wiping out a known menace. There would be risk, yes, but she was quite certain that the rewards were worth it.<br/><br/>The dhampir made sure to grab her own adventuring gear before escorting her master back to Lord Nyrood's tent. The 100 gold advance payment on their quest would go to her master, of course, and while she couldn't think of any further equipment she might need, she did recommend to her master that he purchase one additional healing potion for her, just in case it was needed. After that, however, she was ready to leave.