<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 chin scrunched up in consideration, the gesture lasting no longer than a few heartbeats. Her head nodded almost imperceptibly three times in quick succession. Davriel had a point. He often did. It was one of the reasons she had respect for the dhampir. Milena would have never followed someone that she did not consider to be roughly her equal into a situation like this. There were easier ways to make money, but with Davriel at the helm and her advice in his ear, the potential reward felt worth the risk.<br/><br/>"Yes, I suppose pirates are not renown for their trustworthiness or their ability to take orders. We are at least in the position of being able to court each pirate faction until we find the one that best suits our needs. I like to think at least one captain among them will have the sense to see the benefits of cooperation. Payments from House Nox and uncontested dominion over the seas in exchange for making sure our ships arrive and others do not -- at least not with all their valuables on board." Milena's arm rubbed lightly against Davriel's as she shrugged. "The benefits are large enough that I believe that it is an option worth pursuing. If our chosen captain grows too ambitious, we arrange to have him killed, simple as that. If we can have two rivals eliminated, only a fool would test whether or not we are willing to complete our set."<br/><br/>And speaking of fools, Milena's fiery eyes set upon the singing traveler that crossed their path. Her elbow nudged lightly into Davriel's ribs to gain his attention and her head inclined in Hadrhune's direction. Were they back across the ocean, Milena would have written the man off as another drunk stumbling his way through the streets and overlooked him as she did so many other men. But the voice was too practiced, the garb was too exotic, and the tone of his skin seemed just right. The woman in black leaned into Davriel, blocking her mouth with a hand as she whispered up to his ear. "Care to wager who he came to this place with? Perhaps it is already time for that crossing of paths?"