<div class="floatright"><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/hPHTR53.jpg)<br/><strong>Acantha (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=288094.msg14157698#msg14157698)</strong></div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Current Hp:</strong> 24/24; <strong>AC</strong> 17<br/><strong>Passive: Perception</strong> +3; <strong>Investigation</strong> +4 (Darkvision 60')<br/><strong>Languages:</strong> Abyssal, Common, Draconic, Elvish, Infernal, Deep Speech <br/><br/><strong>Weapons:</strong> Light Crossbow +4 (1d8+2), Dagger +4 (1d4+2)<br/><br/><strong>Pact Magic:</strong><br/>Cantrips: Mage Hand, Prestidigitation <br/>1st Level Known: Hellish Rebuke, Protection from Good and Evil, Unseen Servant<br/>Slots: 2/2 1st Level<br/><br/><strong>Spells:</strong><br/>Cantrips: Guidance, Sacred Flame, Word of Radiance<br/>1st: Bless, Command, Cure Wounds, Guiding Bolt, Identify, Sanctuary <br/>Slots: 2/2 1st Level </div></div><br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><hr/><br/>Acantha has been riding with the caravan for several days now. She makes no secret of the fact that she is eager get to Waterdeep, and even less of a secret that to her Waterdeep is home. She speaks of the city as anyone would of their hometown, extolling its virtues as a free, cosmopolitan mecca for adventurers and fortune seekers and ignoring how the streets are filled with thieves and dark secrets plague every other house. While her appearance tends to make some think she is not a social creature, if approached she is quite the opposite, and shows an especially keen interest in areas of magic and academics. The more rough ways of the world and the wilderness are obviously a bit perplexing to her, but she is polite and friendly when others discuss such things.<br/><br/>Typically she is not shy about joining the dances, but only drinks a small amount of wine, enough to not be rude. Despite her elven blood and lovely figure, she is not that great of a dancer, but she seems to enjoy twirling about a campfire as much as any Vistani. She takes whatever dance partner is available, not caring if they are man or woman, and not going much beyond a dance.<br/><br/>Upon hearing that there is a story to be told she eagerly sits by the fire and smiles appreciatively at the magical trickery, intent on listening to the words she hangs on every detail. She finds the story charming and touching, and quite appealing. The idea of a cursed prince in a far off land in need of heroes. What's not to like? She attempts to beg off the wine but finds a full goblet in her hands anyway and, with a patient smile, joins the toast and sips her goblet, ladylike and avoiding intoxication at the same time.<br/><br/>She did not introduce herself, as unlike Alexander she had been social enough and everyone knew her name by now she assumed. "Well, as a lady of noble birth myself I believe I can say with some authority that a prince who goes bad is not necessarily cursed." She laughed a little, lips curling up just slightly, obviously thinking of someone in particular as she said this. "But also that no one is more likely to change their mind than the well off. This Prince of yours, I imagine he can be saved through mystic means if not mundane ones. I wish you nothing but success in finding worthy heroes."<br/><br/>From her tone it was clear she was not even considering herself in such a category. But glancing around the fire it occurred to her some of the others may qualify.<br/><br/>"Like Mister Alexander here for instance." She raised her glass to him. He seemed a capable enough sort. The type she'd quite like to have working in her manor house. When it was her manor house. If it was ever her manor house. She put such thoughts aside to focus on enjoying the night.