<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/zdj9kJl.png)</div><strong>Alexander</strong><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Current Hp:</strong> 29/29 <strong>AC</strong> 17<br/><strong>Passive: Perception</strong> +11; <strong>Investigation</strong> +10<br/><strong>Languages:</strong> Common, Abyssal<br/>Frog Percentage: 17%<br/><strong>Weapons:</strong> <br/>+5 Greataxe (1d12 +3 x3)<br/>Or +5  Maul (2d6 +3 x2)<br/></div></div><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Acantha, Anton Melinor, open!<br/><hr/><br/>Alexander had noted that Acantha had mentioned curses not once, but twice. He was also not a man believing in coincidences. He was however, pretty good at soothing words. It was part of his profession, of course. "But what some people call a curse would be a blessing to others." Then, he listened onto the tale, thinking back, before nodding to himself, actually smiling back at the scantly clad lady. Again, he'd blame the wine later.<br/><br/>"A dragons gravestone.. I did, as a matter of fact not know the circumstances. However. The Tombstones dimensions were actually barely nine times five feet, although it grew wider at the base. Sadly, The tombstone itself was later plundered, if I recall. It was mentioned in a list of the most expensive monuments to the dead ever crafted, albeit not very high." He nodded, going on, with his usual calm voice, but lacking his usual interoversion at this topic... utterly ignoring the dancers and music as nuisances by the side.<br/><br/>"It was not even the largest golden grave monument.. if you count in the gold-pyramid of Antuch-ne of Mulhorandi as a gravestone, that is. Also stripped of its gold, but, as things go with pharaonic graves, cursed gold." He raised a playful eyebrow at the mention of cursed. "It's quite fascinating the riches some people wish to take to their graves. There are gravestones made from cold iron, from angel-bones for those that wish to ensure they certainly not go to heaven, the list goe son and on.." He chuckled over to Anton, leaning back, finally noticing in the break of his tale that he had been leaning forward, and not wishing to impose himself on Acantha. He also had noticed his eyes had briefly disobeyed his fathers rule. He hoped she had not notice his glance, because his best excuse for where his eyes had wandered would be to compliment her necklace at this point.<br/><br/>"This might just be the white wine talking here, but.. let me assure you." He hinted, shifting so his cloak fell aside over a positively massive Axe.. spade? Axe-spade? It had qualities of both a weapon and a tool.. it overall appeared as something one would not want to be on the wrong end of.<br/>"I am quite good at getting things that are supposed to be in one into their graves.. even if they show disagreement about it." He said, confident and with a smile that was anywhere from grim to amused, depending on how one viewed him, before flicking his cloak back. Anton seemed.. solid. Simple as that, no fanciful clothing, nothing drawing attention in an all too positive or all too negative way. That was a good thing, as far as Alexander was concerned.<br/><br/>He raised a brow at the wizard. Melinor was as wizardly as wizards got, of course. He didn't trust them, overly. Wizards ment magic. Necromancy was a part of magic. Now, he knew that there was healing magic and holy magic too, but.. this one seemed as if his first attempt on figuring out how to deal with a zombie, or any undead, would be looking for a book about it and ignoring the gnawing motions on his arm. He noted that the word 'executioner' had a barb to it. a barb likely ment to poke at him. He cared little. He did this dirty work,.. because he had to. "Oh, I am just prone to misrepresenting myself today. I'm not an executioner either, call me mortian, gravedigger, undertaker as you please." He nodded solemnly. He fought the urge to advertise and add that Melinor was invited to pre-order his services. He had learned that most people took exception to that.<br/><br/>turning half back to Anton and Acantha, he added. "'tis certainly not my fault that some of other undertaker and mine clients are made<em>uncompliant</em>and require... additional assistance after the interferance of unholy magic or wicked fate. Oh, do tell me if I talk too much, I'm normally not that way." He said, with a slight extra amount of caution hinting at his rather healthy indulgence in the wine setting aside his cup.<br/><br/>