<br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/qPvdr8L.jpg?1)<br/></div><strong>Name:</strong><strong>Lucrezia Bathory</strong>(https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2446758)<br/><strong>HP:</strong>81 / 81<strong>PP:</strong>11<strong>AC:</strong>23<strong>Flat-Footed:</strong>23<strong>Touch:</strong>9<br/><br/><strong>Conditions/Effects:</strong><br/><strong>Actions:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>There is a brief turning of heads when a tall, statuesque figure dips it's way into The Cellar. However instead of the ruby red form of the Lady of Bones, they are greeted by the pale visage of her cohort, Lucrezia Bathory. As always the raven haired dhampir is draped in dark finery, her lower face hidden beneath an ornate veil. Without a word she makes her way over to Leane's table, greeting the guard captain with a well practiced, sweeping bow, "Good day dear captain, a pleasant surprise to see you in such fine form" she cooed, taking note of the captain's elegant dress, not just out of admiration but also to try and gauge her intentions for this meeting, "Forgive my lady's absence, she is currently tending to some...<em>important matters</em>, and has elected to send me in her stead" she explained, awaiting the woman's affirmation before taking a seat at the table.<br/>