<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/96vBEQq.png)</div><strong>Artemis "Arty" Fellbrook</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=326953.msg15652157#msg15652157)<br/><strong>HP:</strong>40 / 40<br/><strong>AC:</strong>22<strong>TAC:</strong>14<strong>FFAC:</strong>18<strong>CMD:</strong>19<strong>Fort</strong>+4<strong>Ref:</strong>+6<strong>Will</strong>+6<br/><strong>Resistances / Immunities:</strong>Acid, Cold, Electricity 5<strong>Senses:</strong>Darkvision 60 ft, Perception +10<br/><strong>Spells Remaining:</strong><em>1st:</em>8 / 8<em>2nd:</em>7 / 7<em>3rd:</em>5 / 5<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Beyond that initial burst of questions, honestly, Arty was rather tapped out. He wasn't particularly experienced with interrogating people who he<em>wasn't</em>allowed to bewitch, seduce or torture - none of the above would generally be looked upon favourably given that the target of the suspicion was their employer! - and honestly, he didn't imagine that it would make sense for Sabian to be involved in the way Mirk was apparently considering. It was his wife, for one thing! Yes, people got rid of troublesome spouses all the time, but his distress seemed genuine and going out of his way to hire several groups of adventurers to find her and bring her back home was not the action of a man looking to cover his tracks. It would have been cleverer to hire a band of mercenaries who you could be reasonably certain would fail for some reason or another, rather than throwing it to pot luck in the hopes that every group that was interested would end up being incompetent. Or hell, if he was behind it, kill her himself, claim that drow raiders had done it and haul her corpse back to town for a funeral. Easy as that. For the moment, until more evidence came to light...he didn't think it ridiculous or naive to - preliminarily - take Sabian at his word.<br/><br/>He gave Mirk a sidelong look as Sabian left, then nudged him in the side with his knee.<strong>"Coulda been nicer,"</strong>he murmured softly.<strong>"Even if y're suspicious've him, now he <em>knows</em> y're suspicious, yeah? If he <em>did</em> have somethin' t' do with it, now he's gonna be extra careful. Or try'n murder y' in your sleep."</strong>His lips pulled into a frown, before he shook his head - red hair flowing behind him - and nestled in tighter to Mirk's back, clamping down with his legs and arms around Mirk's body.<strong>"I don't have any specific requests,"</strong>he mused softly,<strong>"Though tougher skin could help if we run into nasties. D'ya have anything that can handle poisons? Drow are vicious <em>bastards</em> 'n if they hit ya with anythin', chances are it's poisoned."</strong>He wasn't one to swear very often - ever, really - but Drow? Drow in particular got his hackles up something fierce.<br/><br/><strong>"Ionia's right, though. We should get movin' soon. My eyes're perfectly happy in th' dark, but I reckon you lot are probably better at trackin' than I am."</strong>He blushed softly with a smile, then turned his head and kissed Mirk's cheek.<strong>"So don't take too long, ok Daddy~? If y' play nice wit' my friends, I'll make sure t' thank y' properly."</strong>He gave Mirk a broad, sparkling grin, tinged with just a little bit of mischief. They both knew what his "thanks" was going to be like, after all. Personally, Arty couldn't wait. It had been less than a day since they last<em>connected,</em>and already Arty knew he wanted a repeat. But Daddy would have to work to earn it! Arty wasn't<em>that</em>easy of a slut, after all. Ok, that was a lie, he was. But he couldn't let people<em>know</em>that, now could he? That would just be absurd! A boy had to have<em>some</em>mystique, now didn't he?