<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 Twihard</em><br/><strong>HP:</strong>???<br/><strong>AC:</strong>???<br/><strong>Standard Perception:</strong>???<br/><hr/><br/>Davriel's eyes narrowed as the wizard spoke of riches and untimely demise. That was starting to sound a little too close to a threat for his likings. Wary as he was of the mage, he wasn't about sit there and be intimidated either. The muscles of his jaw tightened noticeably as the Wizard placed down his offering. He glanced at the stone, but made no move to take it.<br/><br/><strong>"We have a saying in my family, that success is built upon the bones of failure..."</strong>Davriel began, after a moment.<strong> "Each of those few who have risen to power... They stand on a mountain of the corpses of those who did not. That is the way it is"</strong><br/><br/>It was true. Davriel had at least seven half siblings that he knew of. of those, five had been killed before the age of twenty. Two by Davriel himself. And that didn't even include other generations, or branches. He had potentially hundreds, if not thousands of half brothers and sisters out there, and any one of them wouldn't hesitate to stab him in the back, and remove a rival for themselves, if circumstance allowed.<br/><br/><strong>"We, of House Nox have an... Intimate relationship with death, as you should well know. It holds no fear to me. No, what I fear most is cowardice. Stagnation. <em>Weakness</em>..."</strong><br/><br/>Davriel stood up. He did<em>not</em>take the stone. he had no desire to be indebted to the mage in any way. His eyes met Oxenbridge's without a hint of their usual aloofness.<br/><br/><strong>"I appreciate your warning, Mage. I will consider your words carefully. But I will act upon my own agency. If that gets me and mine killed, then so be it..."</strong><br/><br/>And then that Davriel was gone, back to his usual imperious self. He gave Twin a wry smile, and made his excuses. They were done here.<br/><br/><strong>"...But now, if you'll excuse me, I think it's high time I joined my crew for breakfast."</strong>