<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 4 Cleric of Asmodeus</em><br/><strong>HP:</strong>40/40<br/><strong>AC:</strong>19<br/><strong>Standard Perception:</strong>+10<br/><hr/><br/>Milena's eyes wordlessly met those of the wizard once he had acknowledged her presence. Those same smoldering eyes -- the same shade of red as a cooling ember -- swept over to the offered chair and then to the place on the table from which the tome had vanished. There was a moment where it looked like infernal priestess considered remarking on something she had seen, but Milena ended up sparing no words. Not yet.<br/><br/>The woman gracefully slid into the chair and let her hands rest in her lap. "I've heard you're the closest thing this place has to a leader." Her gaze narrowed as the man puffed on his pipe. He hardly looked the part -- certainly didn't act like it. What did House Nox see in this man?<br/><br/>Others slept in tents on the beach while the wizard lounged about and smoked. If Davriel was to be believed, Twin had the ability to remedy that. Milena gave an unimpressed hum under her breath and shook her head at her thoughts. Power wasted and unused always rubbed her the wrong way.<br/><br/>"As I'm sure Davriel has mentioned to you, House Nox is looking to put down roots in this town. But I was wondering what the town's de facto leader could tell me about any others that have laid claim to these shores. Any shipping companies, smugglers, or pirates that might take offense at our efforts to civilize this place?"