<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/>Milena looked fairly comfortable despite the relatively spartan surroundings she now found herself in. Sure, compared to the rest of the town, this inn was a paradise. Compared to the life Milena was accustomed to? Not so much.<br/><br/>The glass of red wine that the woman in black swished around in her hand helped with that apparent comfort. Still, Milena wore a defensive posture. The arm that wasn't holding her drink was crossed across her waist, just beneath her breasts. She looked displeased, but that was nothing new. At least tonight, Milena had something to aim this displeasure of hers at. Or rather,<em>someone</em>.<br/><br/>The priestess did not care for the blonde man that Stryker had dragged in from the streets. His eyes wandered too much to places they should not go. Milena's stern eyes wordlessly said as much whenever she caught the fool that called himself 'Mouser' looking in her direction.<br/><br/>Milena quietly waited for introductions to be made. Rather than speak, her eyes fell on the late arrival of Shara. The woman's gaze looked judgmental and irritated -- as it so often did when it landed on Shara. It was unsurprising to see that Shara had collected even more dirt upon her person since she had been gone. Milena did not care to learn from whence it had come; she likely would not have believed the answer Shara would have given in any case. As far as Milena was concerned, Shara had spent the evening digging in the dirt for more bugs.<br/><br/>At least Mouser's presence was good for one thing: it had filled all the chairs at their current table. More could have easily been added with a bit of shuffling, but Milena wasn't about to bother herself with such a thing for Shara. Instead, Milena's red eyes gestured to a nearby table, wordlessly directing their slave girl to sit by herself but close enough to overhear what was being said.