<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 4 Cleric of Asmodeus</em><br/><strong>HP:</strong>40/40<br/><strong>AC:</strong>19<br/><strong>Standard Perception:</strong>+10<br/><hr/><br/>Milena descended the stairs with a regal grace that was entirely out of place in an establishment like this one. Her hand ran along the banister, partially covered by lace opera gloves that halted at the fingers. Her black, open leg dress brushed along the steps as she took each one. The dress itself was composed of an assortment of lace frills, black silk, crimson accents, and pieces of dark metal around her chest and shoulders. The thump of high heeled leather shoes accompanied each creak of the old stairs, with the dark hose she wore on display where the dress did not cover her legs.<br/><br/>Much like the land that she had come from, there was little reason for Milena to hide what she was in this place. A silver amulet bearing the pentagram of Asmodeus dangled from her neck, proudly declaring to all the master that she worshiped. The favored beast of her lord -- the serpent -- accompanied her. It had coiled itself around her left arm with its head peering over her shoulder, staring out at its surroundings with an awareness seldom seen in its kind. Indeed, the creature had shown itself capable of speech on occasion during the trip that brought them all here, though it only spoke in the harsh, hissing tongue of the lower planes.<br/><br/>Milena caught sight of the meeting taking place outside. The leader of this expedition and the mysterious wizard had apparently taken up some kind of card game. Her shoulders shrugged softly. It was not her concern what Davriel did in his spare time or the company he spent it with. She approached the much less occupied orc at the bar instead.<br/><br/>The painted black of her fingernail tapped the hulking brute on his shoulder, calling for his attention. "Khaldrash." There was a hint of haughty disdain in her voice when she spoke the creature's name. She could not deny that muscle had its uses, but she so seldom found the people that possessed them to be to her liking. "Before we embark, House Nox requires that you sign a contract for mercenary employment." Milena handed over a rolled parchment tied by a crimson ribbon. "The previously agreed upon terms are enclosed; your length of service and compensation. And, of course, by accepting these terms, you absolve House Nox of any responsibility for any injury, dismemberment, or death that may result during your employment."<br/><br/>Milena offered a practiced, professional smile. "You can read over it if you like. I do, however, need you to sign it before the end of the day."