<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/>Mephis took one of the offered tankards of milk and carefully nursed it as she quietly observed the room. It was warm and fresh, with a sweetness to it that the milk of most cows lacked. Drinking it also helped to sate her hunger even further, and part of the reason she paced herself while drinking it was to avoid letting out any potentially embarrassing moans or sighs of satisfaction in the process.<br/><br/>The conversation going on between those who had come from another world and Josephine left the dhampir with a vague sense of longing, a wish that she knew some spell or had some magic item that could translate other languages for her. She herself only knew two languages, those being the Common tongue and what Elven she had picked up back in her original home village from her parents and the other half-elves there. When the focus of the conversation shifted to Ionli's sudden headache, however, she saw a good opportunity to step into the conversation.<br/><br/>"I have a little something for headaches, if you'd permit me to cast a cantrip for you," She offered, leaving her tankard of milk on the table as she got up from her own seat. She had been seated at the end of the table, close to the tent's entrance, so it took only a few steps for her to be standing in front of the aasimar. Her crimson eyes looked to meet the other woman's more jewel-like gaze as she leaned in close, her voluptuous body pressing up against that heavy armor as she lifted her left hand and rested it on the other woman's forehead. Her right hand worked in arcane motions as she spoke, casting the simple cantrip. "<em>Prestidigitation</em>."<br/><br/>And with that, the divine brand on the back of her left hand glowed its faint white as her touch suddenly became cooler, more soothing, like a pleasant cold compress that was just the right temperature for dealing with aches and pains.