<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d8/Dhampir_Sorceress.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Mephis<del>Daphoinos</del><br/><strong>Race:</strong><del>Ḩ̸̉å̴̱l̷̤͒f̷̺̎-̶̨̚E̴͖̾l̶̯̓f̷͓̒</del>Dhampir<br/><strong>Age:</strong>20<br/><strong>Class:</strong>Sorcerer<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Adventurer, Divine Mark, Harlot's Mark, Slave of Lord Victor Balebrook, Traitor to Atlantica<br/><hr/>The time that Mephis spent wandering around the village was certainly educational. She was able to learn a bit more about the place, about the religion that functioned as essentially the core of its culture, about the hard-working people who lived there and the ways that they made their living. It was a quiet, peaceful place, with friendly people and happy families. In quite a few ways, it reminded her of her own village, back in Atlantica, even if the geography was all wrong and the religion and herd animals were both completely different and none of the people were half-elves. It left her feeling nostalgic... and maybe the slightest bit forlorn.<br/><br/>The dhampir's first instinct, when she saw Alana's father leaving the small cabin where that rescued adventurer was being kept, was to walk up and talk to the man, but she found herself hesitating at actually doing so. She wasn't really sure what to say to him, if anything. Should she ask after the condition of that woman who had been made into a portable healslut? She was fairly certain she already knew the answer, though. No limbs, no tongue... unable to move, unable to speak, and the one thing left that had given her life any meaning at all anymore had been killed by the people who were now claiming to have saved her. She didn't envy the man at all for the task he was willingly performing for them, but those same feelings made it... awkward for her to just walk up and strike a conversation with him. Especially now, when she could see how exhausted he was.<br/><br/>So she wound up retreating from that uncomfortable situation, and instead turned her attention to the village smithy, from which she had been hearing some fairly persistent sounds until just a minute or two ago. Peeking her head in through the door, she found Josephine, out of her armor once more, stopping to eat alongside what she assumed was the village blacksmith. The two of them had been hard at work, it seemed, and the artificer herself looked like she hadn't gotten any rest at all since coming to the village. The dhampir found herself frowning a bit as she saw that. Different people dealt with stress in different ways, she knew, but this seemed a little excessive... but then again, maybe it was specifically because it was a little excessive that it was helpful in setting the blonde's mind at ease?<br/><br/>"I hope the food is to your liking," Mephis called out, letting her lips curl back into a friendly smile again as she spoke to the two smiths. "Alana and I prepared it together. Her family has a rather well-stocked pantry."