<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/2I6rrIO.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><del>Serana Strode</del>(https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2697354) Josephine<br/><strong>Race:</strong>Human<br/><strong>Age:</strong>19<br/><strong>Class:</strong>lv.3 Artificer<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Adventurer<br/><hr/><strong>HP:</strong>24/24 -<strong>AC:</strong>18 -<strong>Initiative:</strong>1 -<strong>Passive Perception:</strong>14<br/><strong>Infusions: </strong>Bag of Holding, Enhanced Defense  -<strong>Arcane Armor:</strong>Infiltrator -<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spells</div><div class="spoiler_body">lv.1 3/3<br/>-Magic Missile<br/>-Thunderwave<br/>-Cure Wounds<br/>-Catapult<br/>-Identify<br/>-Purify Food and Drink<br/>-Jim's Magic Missile (free cast per long rest 0/1)<br/>-Hex (free cast per long rest 0/1)<br/>-Misty Step (free cast per long rest 1/1)</div></div><br/><strong>Effects:</strong><br/><strong>Action:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>In Lord Balebrook's defense, he didn't know who "Josephine" actually was. If he did he surely would have known that his words were in no way helping his case, or bringing him farther from being assaulted. Everything he said dripped with contradiction and absurdity. Slaves didn't<em>want</em>to<em>willingly</em>serve under a cruel master? Was he really trying to talk about it as if they had a choice after he just said masters could do whatever they wanted with their slaves? And what care would a slave owner have for trusting a slave when they know the slave literally can't do anything to fight back or free themselves? Mephis had no reason to compulsion to defend him? Her life was literally on the line every time he was struck. And did he really have the nerve to say her<em>only</em>consequence for trying to run away would be having a bounty placed on her head? As if that were some minor convenience to someone with so few resources and no support system in place. It reeked of callousness, of someone who was shielded from adversity by their wealth and station. Had she herself ever spoken like this? Downplayed the strife of others as a paltry concern? She sincerely apologized to whoever she might have spoken down to like this, because it felt absolutely vile to listen to.<br/><br/>Serana's fist clenched tightly, shaking beneath her armor in rage, "Really? Just like how<em>she</em>defended Buga of her own "free will"?" she asked, nodding towards the mutilated adventurer, who herself had been enslaved and conditioned to feel affection towards a cruel master. They had all seen first hand how someone could have their mind warped to accept a horrible situation, to feel as though their tormentors were their friends, lovers even. The girl grieved when Buga died, did that make what he did to her ok? Did that mean she truly wanted to be his slave? Of course not.<br/><br/>It was then that Mephis stepped in, getting between the two of them. She tore her glare away from Lord Balebrook with no small amount of reluctance. She almost flinched back when Mephis suddenly pressed against her and started running her hands up her body, clearly not prepared for such actions in such a tense situation, "W-...What?" she muttered when asked to remove her helmet, though would eventually relent and do as Mephis requested, "What is this abou-mmph!? Mmff! Mmmmnn..." her eyes widened as her first kiss was taken then and there. It was a moment she had thought about often as a young girl. Of course she had always thought her first kiss would be...well...<em>not</em>in a situation like this. A secret summer dalliance, a reward for a dashing adventurer, the final anointment on her wedding day. These were the kind of ways a Princess would think to have her first kiss, not on the edge of a fight whilst standing ankle deep in minotaur jizz. Still, despite it being perhaps the worst moment for it, Serana couldn't help but swoon into the kiss all the same, her heart fluttering and knees wobbling.<br/><br/>She looked down into Mephis's eyes. For some reason her words hurt, almost more than if she said she hated being treated this way. However it was clear she had no choice but to accept them. Serana looked back to their sponsor, her face stiff as it held back a scowl, "For your own sake, do not speak to me again, Lord Bugabrook..." she said before turning and storming off into another room without another word, slamming the door behind her.