<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/2BS7oXh.jpeg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Milena Kulland<br/></span></span><hr/><em>Lvl 5 Cleric of Asmodeus</em><br/><strong>HP:</strong>50/50<br/><strong>AC:</strong>20<br/><strong>Standard Perception:</strong>+11<br/><hr/><br/>This outpost that Davriel and herself had claimed as their personal shelter was not ideal. The furniture was simultaneously too short and too wide, though the woman in black made do. She had found a bench that could easily fit a frame far more slender than that of any dwarf, her legs kicked out in front of her for the comfort and one hand upon the edge of the stone for the balance. Little thought had obviously been given to the accommodation of non-dwarves in the hundred or thousands of years it had been since this place was inhabited. The notion gave Milena's idle mind something to ponder upon as she let her eyes settle on the sight of Davriel enjoying his tea.<br/><br/>Milena's posture straightened slightly when the elf returned, though it was difficult to capture her usual dark majesty from a seat that was scarcely a foot from the ground. For now, the priestess did not rise to her feet, even as Ithika stood before her and delivered the news of what had taken up residence in the mine. "I see. That's...unfortunate." Did she grieve for lost lives or merely for lost time? It was hard to say.<br/><br/>The woman let her chin rest against an open palm and rolled her ruby-painted lips together in thought. It was a foregone conclusion what course of action she would suggest, however. House Nox couldn't allow the creature inside to multiply, and they certainly couldn't let the opportunity to seize a profitable source of income slip through their fingers. "Everyone," Milena stood to the height that the ceiling would allow as she addressed those assembled. "I believe it is time to prepare ourselves. The creature must be removed."<br/><br/>Outside the cramped confines of the ironwood hut, Milena began inspecting her equipment. Currently, she rolled the head of her mace over in the palm of her hand, her fiend-tainted eyes seemingly lost in thought as she watched the flanged tip spin against her olive skin. It was a needlessly redundant gesture -- Milena was just as much a perfectionist with the upkeep of her belongings as she was with the upkeep of her appearance -- but it gave her the moment she needed to collect her thoughts. "Stay spread out. Keep your distance. Watch each others' backs." Her eyes, stoic and focused, looked up from the mace and to the assembled party. "I can call upon Asmodeus' assistance once we are ready."<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Going to cast at least Bless before we head inside. I have a Shield of Faith, Bull's Strength, and potentially an Invisibility I can throw out as well depending on how we want to go about this.</div></div>