<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 5 Cleric of Asmodeus</em><br/><strong>HP:</strong>50/50<br/><strong>AC:</strong>20<br/><strong>Standard Perception:</strong>+11<br/><hr/><br/>Milena had not held out hope for this particular outing. If Mouser's tales were anywhere near as untrue as his ridiculous boasting, there would be little to be found here. It was only the reassuring presence of the mine on the maps to lend credibility to their actual existence and the dwarven reputation for recognizing a profitable excavation that convinced her that her time would not be completely wasted. The priestess seldom trusted legends and she trusted Mouser's word even less, but she did not voice a word of complaint throughout the journey.<br/><br/>To see the ruins for herself was a pleasant shock. For once, Milena was happy to be wrong. Visions of gemstones being loaded onto cargo ships bound for other continents filled her head as she gazed down at the still intact structure below. It was a promising start.<br/><br/>The news of the lost scouts was met a barely audible sigh. Milena placed one partially gloved hand on her hip in annoyance. "If we send more unskilled scouts, we'll be here all day. Ithika, dear?" The woman's fiery gaze fell on the drow that accompanied them. There was a slight shift in the tone of her voice -- something a little more pleasant that also held a modicum of respect. "Why don't you take a look around? And take Stryker with you. Find out if the entrance is unblocked and structurally sound. We can proceed once we're certain we won't all get trapped in there."