<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 5 Cleric of Asmodeus</em><br/><strong>HP:</strong>50/50<br/><strong>AC:</strong>20<br/><strong>Standard Perception:</strong>+11<br/><hr/><br/>A narrow rod of light glowed in Milena's palm, the product of a simple incantation cast upon one of the bolts of her crossbow. The drow could make whatever faces she might wish over the loss of stealth or simply the mere presence of light itself but the follower of Asmodeus was not about to let herself blindly fumble her way through a cavern. Bumping her head on a low ceiling or twisting an ankle in a depression she did not see were inconveniences Milena would not allow to be visited upon herself.<br/><br/>The open chamber was met with a quiet sigh of relief and a quick, smoothing pass across her garments with her free hand. Out of habit, the necromancer had begun to follow Davriel, though not quite with the same haste; Milena was a woman that seldom dropped the illusion that she was in complete control of every situation she found herself in.<br/><br/>"Not too close now, dear." Her voice cautioned as she paused at the edge of the water. The woman in black gave a wary look down to her shoes and wrinkled her nose. Inwardly, she weighed the value of wading out to Mr. Downs against the value of her wardrobe. Few creatures would like their odds on that scale.<br/><br/>Before her eyes, one dwarf was violently hoisted into the air. Milena drew her weapon immediately, loading the illuminated round into her crossbow. Before she could spot the creature that had taken the servant of House Nox, it had already torn the unfortunate soul open and let his blood spill into the pool below.<br/><br/>Milena growled as she scanned the ceiling. "Enough of this." Her finger pulled the trigger of the crossbow, sending the glowing round up into the rocks above and hopefully shedding some light upon what they were up against. "I want this thing on the ground!" The second in command barked her orders at House Nox's mercenaries and directed them to fan out with forceful gestures of her hand so that they might stand a better chance against the acid that Ithika had warned them about.