<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/2BS7oXh.jpeg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Milena Kulland<br/></span></span><hr/><em>Lvl 4 Cleric of Asmodeus</em><br/><strong>HP:</strong>40/40<br/><strong>AC:</strong>19<br/><strong>Standard Perception:</strong>+10<br/><hr/><br/>There were few people that Milena took orders from. Asmodeus and his devils were one group, and Davriel and House Nox were the other. Milena's fiendishly red eyes -- a trait her family had inherited ever since making their infernal pact -- narrowed on the orc. Inwardly, she weighed Khaldrash's words. A command? Or an invitation? For now, Milena would graciously pretend that it was latter, if only because it would expedite the mercenary's signing of the contract.<br/><br/>The priestess took up a seat across from the orc, preferring to keep her distance lest the orc mistake proximity for fondness. Her hands folded together atop the table and she let one leg cross over the other beneath the table. She watched intently as Khaldrash unwrapped the parchment that she had drawn up for him. Perhaps it was the tainted blood that flowed through her veins, but few things excited her more than seeing a pen hovering above the line at the bottom of a piece of paper.<br/><br/>Milena swatted at the finger that dared encroach upon both her own personal space and the symbol of her lord. The snake peeking out over her shoulder showed its displeasure as well by hissing a warning at the orc. The woman let the flash of anger subside with a sigh and closed her eyes to compose herself. Her left arm extended downward, letting the serpent uncoil itself from her and slither its way over to the nearest ray of sunshine. It was for the best; controlling her own temper was a simple matter, controlling the temper of a devil-possessed snake was not so simple.<br/><br/>"Yes, Khaldrash, it<em>is</em>my job to make sure that you fulfill your duties. One way or another." One corner of her lips curled. House Nox was not in the business of letting easily overcome obstacles like death stop them from collecting what was owed. In Khaldrash's case, service was what was owed.<br/><br/>Milena took the contract pushed in her direction and started making neat creases. Once she had a suitably sized square, the piece of paper was tucked away into her cleavage for safe keeping. "No, I do not know what that is about. I keep my nose out of-"<br/><br/>She was interrupted by the creature Davriel had pulled from the swamps. Milena crossed her arms, rolled her eyes, and let out a sound of disgust from her throat. What he saw in that thing was beyond her. A toy, she supposed. There was no contract on Milena's person for that girl. Khaldrash, crude as he may be, was worthy enough of respect to be given an offer of contractual cooperation. The girl was not. She was a slave and little else.<br/><br/>"Look around you, girl." Milena circled her hand, gesturing to the building around them. "There's food here. No one wants your bugs." The woman shared another roll of her eyes and a shake of her head with Khaldrash. The sooner Davriel broke the girl out of this strange behavior of hers, the better.