<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/clr5x6j.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 2/3<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><br/><hr/><br/>By the time the handyman returned with the food Serana was left panting as she stood over the anvil, pounding out another long plate of one of the legs. She was dripping with sweat and clearly exhausted, but she still swung the hammer down at the same relentless pace as before. When he offered food she initially ignored it, but when the scent hit her nose she found her resolve shaken, "Alright...just a short break then..." she said, taking the bowl and plopping down on a bench.<br/><br/>She hadn't yet gotten the first spoonful to her lips when Mephis poked her head through the door, "oh, hey..." she said with a tired smile. The snowy haired slave girl was the first of the group to visit her since they arrived to town, she had been so absorbed in her work she had almost forgotten about them herself. Suddenly feeling subconscious she did her best to wipe the sweat from her brow, though couldn't do much about the beads trickling down her cleavage.<br/><br/>"I was just about to taste it actually" she said, finally taking a bite. They said hunger was the best spice, and it must be true because in that moment the simple chicken and rice had been one of the best things the Princess had ever tasted. Mephis would swear she saw the girl's eyes flutter and roll back a little, "Mmmmf...fit for a king..." she mewled with her mouth still full, forgetting her courtly manners. Without another word she began tearing into it, barely even pausing to breath before emptying the bowl, "hufhh...thank you...I didn't realize just how hungry I was..." she admitted, though a dark blush painted her face when she realized just how unsightly she must have been, "oh, my apologies! that was completely ill-mannered of me..."