<div class="floatright"><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/hPHTR53.jpg)<br/><strong>Acantha (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=288094.msg14157698#msg14157698)</strong></div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Current Hp:</strong> 24/24; <strong>AC</strong> 17<br/><strong>Passive: Perception</strong> +3; <strong>Investigation</strong> +4 (Darkvision 60')<br/><strong>Languages:</strong> Abyssal, Common, Draconic, Elvish, Infernal, Deep Speech <br/><br/><strong>Weapons:</strong> Light Crossbow +4 (1d8+2), Dagger +4 (1d4+2)<br/><br/><strong>Pact Magic:</strong><br/>Cantrips: Mage Hand, Prestidigitation <br/>1st Level Known: Hellish Rebuke, Protection from Good and Evil, Unseen Servant<br/>Slots: 2/2 1st Level<br/><br/><strong>Spells:</strong><br/>Cantrips: Guidance, Sacred Flame, Word of Radiance<br/>1st: Bless, Command, Cure Wounds, Guiding Bolt, Identify, Sanctuary <br/>Slots: 2/2 1st Level </div></div><br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><hr/><br/>Acantha's eyes wandered to the other two ladies who had joined the caravan as travelers as they spoke. The wild one, quite frankly, scared her a little. More accurately her wolf did. Acantha clearly did not believe for one second that the beast was actually tame, and would inch away from it whenever possible and do all she could to not have to sit anywhere near it. Besides, even if the wolf was tame who would tell it what to do when Cherish passed out drunk? Acantha gulped as she spoke but said nothing.<br/><br/>As for the tiefling, well, Acantha just reminded herself that jealousy was beneath her, and that just because the girl was prettier, danced better, and seemed to be all pink and blonde sunshine wasn't any reason to dislike her. It was in fact a reason to<em>hate</em>her. Yes, the traditional enmity between the goths and the popular blondes it seems would rear its ugly head in even this forgotten land where such things should not have mattered. No! No! Acantha told herself. Be civilized. Behave. You can't hate her just because she's beautiful. It sort of took.<br/><br/>"Well I've certainly never had any reason to research lifting curses." She said a little too breezily, stroking her hair back and staring up into the stars rather pointedly.<br/><br/>Alexander's response made her feel even more comfortable. He was capable, strong, and seemed to know his place. Excellent. Maybe her family could offer him employment after all. Surely they could use another guard someplace? She resolved to bring it up with him when they reached Waterdeep. No doubt he would be pleased at her charity.<br/><br/>"Oh!" Her eyes lit up excited, turning to face him eagerly with a big smile. "Did you know there<em>was</em>a gigantic tombstone carved for the dragon Kilasendjrin the Azure Death in the Year of the Mildly Disgruntled Myconid!" She beamed as she brought up this obscure fact. "You see!" She said, leaning in towards him, entirely into this discussion. "The Cult of the Dragon's Bones hadn't yet perfected their ritual that would create the dreaded dracolich and so they had to intern the body properly first to attempt a traditional animation of the corpse. This required an appropriate headstone! They even melted down part of the dragon's horde to gild the tombstone with, it was really quite impressive, they say it was thrice the height of a full grown human and wide as a manor house gateway!" She sighed wistfully at the thought.<br/><br/>His mention of curses though, had her clear her throat and glance away, again pulling he hair back a bit nervously. "Well, yes, I'm sure there are other ways." She muttered, staring into the green fire as if deep in thought.