<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>35<br/><strong>AC:</strong>12<br/><strong>Standard Perception:</strong>?<br/><hr/><br/><br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=332279.msg15847748#msg15847748">Quote from: Hatless on 08-05-2021, 14:52:27</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><br/>"Do not pay the wizard any mind." Her hand gave a casual gesture of dismissal in Twin's direction. "We are not here for him or whatever it is that he wishes you to do." A thoughtful looked crossed her eyes. "Speaking of which, have you given thought to our first move? I grow bored of this town. Surely there is some valuable natural resource we can lay claim to? Once money starts flowing back to House Nox, perhaps we can request some materials and laborers for a proper residence. Not this..." Milena looked around, an expresssion of disdain settling into her features, "this...<em>shack</em>."<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><strong>"Quite the contrary, the wizard is someone we cannot afford to ignore. Or antagonize. You'd best remember that, Milena."</strong><br/><br/>Davriel's voice held an edge of irritation to it. Milena was only echoing his own sentiments, but the wizard was not someone he wished to have as an enemy. So he'd play nice. For now.<br/><br/>He shot a glance to the swamp thing, where it bowed. Disgust flickered across his ashen grey eyes.<strong>"Remind me... whose idea was it to bring that thing with us?"</strong>He growled, turning his attention back to the Asmodean Advocate, giving the creature no further attention. It belonged in the stables, not here with the civilised folk.<br/><br/><strong>"And where's that lazy Drow skulked off to? However much you love to bicker with Khaldrash, at least he's proven himself reliable..."</strong><br/><br/>Davriel pulled himself up a seat at the table. He glanced at the orc's meal with dismay and decided he'd sooner take his chances with the bugs. When he spoke again, it was to address the orc as well. Much as they wanted to know what the cards held, Davriel intended to eat something first. Lest the urge to eat<em>someone</em>came upon him instead. That, and he was loathe to repeat himself.<br/><br/><strong>"As for the plan. I intend to break fast, and <em>then</em> we'll discuss it. Once everyone is here. I don't suppose someone wants to go fetch her while I'm eating? And Milena? Do us both a favor and see if the kitchen has anything besides artificial rocks, will you?"<br/><br/></strong>