<br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/wzGNMbC.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><del>Serana Strode</del>(https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2697354) Josephine<br/><strong>Race:</strong>Human<br/><strong>Age:</strong>19<br/><strong>Class:</strong>lv.3 Artificer<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Adventurer<br/><hr/><strong>HP:</strong>24/24 -<strong>AC:</strong>18 -<strong>Initiative:</strong>1 -<strong>Passive Perception:</strong>14<br/><strong>Infusions: </strong>Bag of Holding, Goggles of Night -<strong>Arcane Armor:</strong>Infiltrator -<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spells</div><div class="spoiler_body">lv.1 3/3<br/>-Magic Missile<br/>-Thunderwave<br/>-Cure Wounds<br/>-Catapult<br/>-Identify<br/>-Purify Food and Drink<br/>-Jim's Magic Missile (free cast per long rest 0/1)<br/>-Hex (free cast per long rest 0/1)<br/>-Misty Step (free cast per long rest 1/1)</div></div><br/><strong>Effects:</strong><br/><strong>Action:</strong>Deception: 14 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=162123)<br/><hr/><br/>Serana's time at the party had been more relaxed than most. She was used formal balls and grand parties littered with finely dressed nobles and heaps of excessive luxury, from food to décor, to entertainment. This was...not that. Not that she minded though, it was kind of quaint to see how lower class people celebrated, and there was definitely a charm to it, but she was content to simply observe from afar for now. She had still been incredibly tired after all, even after sleeping like a rock.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>As she stepped into the impressive carriage she turned to give the nobleman a bow of her head and a skirtless curtsy, a formal greeting coming as naturally to her as breathing, even in her bulky armor, "Lord Balebrook" she acknowledged, though didn't say much more than that as she settled in. Her demeanor towards him was, not hostile or passive aggressive, but it was clear she was stonewalling him to a degree, to the point of staying in her armor even after everyone else started getting comfortable. She knew he was their new sponsor, and that Mephis claimed he treated her well, but he was still a slaver in the end. Not only a slaver, but the owner of a divine hero. By all rights this man would be executed on the spot in her kingdom, regardless of his other qualities. There was also a hint of jealousy as well, seeing that he held so much of Mephis's affection, though she wasn't quite consciously aware of that yet. She would agree to work for him, and tolerate his ownership of Mephis (for now), but that was the extent of her kindness towards the man, at least for the time being.<br/><br/>As Ionli gave her story the aasimar would feel a hand on her back, Serana having scooted over beside her to provide a comforting presence. She had been dealt a rough hand to put it lightly, perhaps not as traumatic as what Mephis had gone through, but that in no way made her suffering less real. Wanting to do something more tangible for her, Serana removed her gauntlet and arm cannon and rummaged into her pouch to grab a brush and some scented oil. Slipping behind the girl she started to brush her hair and lightly massage a bit of the oil into her scalp, combing and hydrating her locks until they were smooth, lustrous, and lightly vanilla scented. It seemed that this kind of preening and pampering was part of the Princess's love language, which made sense for someone so used to working with their hands.<br/><br/>"My name is Josephine" she said, finally deciding to introduce herself, "I'm an inventor's apprentice who recently started adventuring to field test the equipment I've made and raise funds for my future projects" she explained, not looking up from Ionli's hair, "I'm from Durchdenwald, and I don't have any major conflicts or concerns that would bar me from going anywhere" she said, deciding on Durchdenwald because she didn't actually know any of the names of the Free Nations, they were just "the Free Nations" to her, so she just latched onto the name Ionli had given out. Hopefully the Lord would see her closeness with the aasimar and take it as evidence they had come from the same area, "Aside from my work I'm just a regular human, no interesting origins nor dramatic backstory that brought me here. My apologies for being boring in the wake of everyone else"