<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/MOXGYGm.jpg)</div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body">Current Hp: 27/27; AC 16<br/>Passive: Perception -12; Investigation +0<br/>Languages: Common, Elven, Celestial<br/>Weapons: Pact Greatsword +6 (2d6+4), Eldritch Blast +4 (1d10+4)<br/>Spells Known/Prepared:<br/>Cantrips: Eldritch Blast, Green Flame Blade<br/>1st (2 slots between all spell levels): Shield, Wrathful Smite, Hex<br/>2nd: Mirror image</div></div><br/>For Anton, the caravan provided not just a refuge from solitary travel, but safety in numbers – the roads could always be dangerous, but only the truly desperate or dangerous would attack a caravan and he intended to use that safety to the best he could. Vistani were strange – he’d heard the faintest of rumors about them from back home, but he’d never really seen one until now. But, they were welcoming and accepting of him, and again he was a grateful man for that. Especially Stanmir, the caravan leader and currently the man hosting a way to get away from the craziness of the festivities.<br/><br/>“You’ve been an incredible host, Stanmir.” Bowing his head faintly, he listened to the store as it was told, remaining quiet but clearly listening from the look in his eyes, and the way his expression changed from curiosity, to a sense of looming dread. It seems curses were going around pretty often as well – and while he may not have been ‘cursed’ he certainly knew what it was like to be under the influence of something different. But as soon as the more somber look crossed his features, so to did it easily fade on the offer of fine drink. “Ah, i’ll have one cup, thank you.” He wasn’t a heavy drinker – plus, it didn’t feel right getting to drunk around strangers who were meeting and greeting one another.<br/><br/>Another dark haired fellow, a pale elf, a Tiefling – and a blonde woman, something of a slightly eclectic group, all things considered. But not a bad one. “If you don’t mind me interrupting...” With a few of them discussing how to potentially put such a cursed prince down, the warlock gave a smile. “I suppose while you’ve the simplest right of it in that everything ends, I would imagine that the rub is getting him in the grave. Or, if that’s even the right solution. Sounds like the Prince here is noble enough to let the Vistani come and go from his realm still, so there may be some nobility in him still.”