<br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/wzGNMbC.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><del>Serana Strode</del>(https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2697354) Josephine<br/><strong>Race:</strong>Human<br/><strong>Age:</strong>19<br/><strong>Class:</strong>lv.3 Artificer<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Adventurer<br/><hr/><strong>Effects:</strong><br/><strong>Action:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Serana was a bit taken aback by the voice suddenly whispering in her head. It took her a moment to realize it was Mephis,<em>"I...I see..."</em>she replied back, intuiting that the telepathy probably went both ways,<em>"I'm...I'm sorry, for all of this. A noble of Atlantica...if you'd be ok with it, I'd like to hear your story at some point. Something like this shouldn't stand"</em>she said. It was bad enough to tolerate slavery at all, but of one of her own people? And...wait...Serana's eyes narrowed in on the mark on her left hand...A DIVINE BRAND!? She wasn't just a noble, she was a divine hero!? "What the fuck!?" she blurted out, her first time using such crass language. The woman's fist clenched, so tightly the others could hear the metal creak. For a moment everything seemed to wash away, the rest of the conversation drown out by a low ringing in her ears. A divine hero stolen from her kingdom and sold into slavery? This was beyond right or wrong, this was BLASPHEMY! "Mephis...where is your master now?..." she asked with the measured coldness of someone holding back blinding rage.