<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/28/Vampire_Sorceress.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">The Lady Persephone, of the Noble House of Morte (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=863069)</span><br/>HP: 35 | AC: 19 | Fort: +4 | Ref: +8 | Will: +7<br/><hr/><br/>Persephone let out a quiet 'Hmph!' as the monster hunter began laughing at her and ducked back down under the bar, resuming her search for quality alcohol.  Sadly, she didn't find anything of particular value, or even any sort of drink that her palate would at least find barely acceptable.  The only drinks they had in stock were rum, grog, and other such cheap swill.  Sighing, the vampire spawn raised herself back to a standing position again, and pulled out a few items to busy herself with while the conversation continued.  A small tin of tobacco and some little white slips of paper, which she spent a few minutes rolling up into cigarettes while listening in.  It seemed that Vivanne was rather desperate to kill this Whitmore guy...<br/><br/>"All you want is one man on the inside of the castle,"  She noted eventually, raising one of her hand-rolled cigarettes to her lips.  With a quick casting of Prestidigitation, she lit the end of it, taking a quick drag and breathing out a little smoke.  "Instead of trying to find some way to break past the castle's defenses, wouldn't it be quicker and easier to somehow lure this man out?  And more importantly, aren't we getting a little ahead of ourselves, here?  Castle Ngerxergrund is all the way back in the Contingent Swamp, and there's still Whites to deal with here in town.  We should really be figuring out what to do about them first."<br/><br/>Hmm.  Come to think of it, Prestidigitation lasted one hour, and could change the color and flavor of things, couldn't it?  It could clean things, too, so it was probably worth a shot...  Magically pulling a simple white cloth from nowhere, the vampire spawn retrieved a mug and one of the bottles of rum from behind the bar.  She poured herself a drink, then draped the cloth over it and, after a few seconds, pulled it away with a flourish.  With a little luck, she'd be able to use the spell to make cheap rum both look and taste more like the quality alcohol she preferred, and if nothing else, the mug it was held in would at least be spotless.