<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 laughed into her gloved hand. Was it needlessly cruel? Perhaps, though it was just as much about the absurdity of it. Here was a wizard that spoke as though time was meaningless to him, he wielded magic that made Davriel wary of earning his ire, and that same man was a hopeless romantic that wallowed in rejection. How could she not find humor in that?<br/><br/>"Yes, well, I'm sure sitting around here and waiting for her to come to her senses will work out, dear. I hear moping and inaction are qualities women find attractive these days." Milena spared a smirk at Twin. Her words were dripping in biting sarcasm but there was a kernel of advice under the venom if the wizard had the patience to find it.<br/><br/>The appearance of Davriel offered a convenient enough reason for Milena to excuse herself that she expertly seized upon. "Ah. It appears the scion of House Nox is about. It's been a pleasure, dear, but I'm afraid I have other business to attend to." The woman in black rose from her seat with careful grace and offered Twin a courteous bow before she departed. "Thank you for entertaining my questions. Should I see this sun-kissed dream girl of yours, I'll be sure to do what I can to sway her opinion. Consider it a favor from...a<em>friend</em>." Milena smiled at that last word, though it was the sort of smile that left the unshakeable feeling that there was some sinister ulterior motive or double meaning. "Enjoy your pipe and your night." And with that, Milena turned on her heel to intercept Davriel before he could leave for whatever task it was that he was pursuing.<br/><br/>"Davriel." The dhampir would have doubtlessly heard Milena approach before she announced herself. Milena was seldom in the habit of downplaying her presence; whether it be the manner in which she dressed, the sound of her heeled shoes as she moved, or the floral perfume that hung in the air around her. "Do you mind if I accompany you? I'd like to report on a few opportunities that I believe you will find interesting."