<div class="floatleft">(https://i.postimg.cc/Sx8p1qwx/images-95.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Davriel Nox<br/></span></span><hr/><em>Lvl 4 Eldritch Knight</em><br/><strong>HP:</strong>31<br/><strong>AC:</strong>12<br/><strong>Standard Perception:</strong>4<br/><hr/><br/>Davriel's morning passed almost without incident, as he diligently focused on reproducing the maps the Green Dragon had availible. Their accuracy was yet to be confimed, of course, but even so, they'd likely prove invaluable once verified. Certainly they'd save a lot of time.<br/><br/>Working in a corner of the inn's commonroom, he had plenty of opportunity to observe the comings and goings of the Green Dragon's patrons. Most of it was nothing out of the ordinary, just the mundane, day to day runnings, but one of the wizard's visitors did catch his eye. A nubile young woman with even less clothing than sense. Her attitude stunk of royalty, and after a few moments combing through his exhaustive knowledge of nobility, he was able to identify her as Asiah Al-Fabin? Al-Fabris..? Something along those lines. Nothing more than a has been, if he recalled correctly, her family all but wiped out, with no territory to speak of.<br/><br/>Let the wizard have her. He found the style and class of Milena far more to his likings. Even that skulking elf would be preferable... he wouldn't mind a taste of Drow. Asiah had no more value to the Dhampir than Shara did. And much the same attitude towards common decency, apparently. Davriel dismissed her from his mind and focused back upon his maps.<br/><br/>Later(or was it earlier?), it was Milena in Aishah's position, working her own charms on the wizard. Davriel once again glanced up from his work, but there was little he could make of the conversation, and he trusted Milena to her own devices. Of all his companions, he considered her the most reliable, although, like any scion who wished to live a long, healthy life, he wasn't so stupid as to equate reliability with loyalty.<br/><br/>Eventually, he found himself in need of a break. After returning to his room to retrieve a gorgeously embroidered coat against the wind, and check on Umber, his familiar, who was soundly sleeping off last night's sucessful hunt, he returned downstairs, intent upon stretching his legs. Ever present was his satchel, made of fine black leather and filled with parchment, ink and charcoals, in case he found something worth sketching. As always he was unarmed, for what need did a vampire have for swords?<br/><br/>Before he left, he glanced around to see if Milena was still there, intent on asking if she'd like to join him. Davriel didn't mind his solitude, but nor did he mind playing the role of escort. Especially if the woman in question was as... delicious as Milena was.