<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 had smiled dutifully at the request made of her and inclined her head in deference. "Of course, my lo-" The sound of the girl that had occupied the floor and played with bugs now speaking with the bartender caused Milena's haughty and husky voice to catch in her throat. Her jaw set in an expression of barely contained outrage as she shared a look with Davriel. The audacity of that girl to think that she could speak on behalf of House Nox. And in that way? No. House Nox were not thugs that went around demanding service through intimidation. Even a cabal of vampires and their closest servants recognized the value of not pissing off everyone in your path -- especially the people in charge of preparing your food.<br/><br/>Milena sighed and uncrossed her legs. "I will handle her." The woman in black stood and crossed the inn, the sound of her heels against the floor quickly closing on the spot that Shara stood. Milena's hand reached out as soon as the girl was close enough and violently seized a handful of hair near the base of Shara's skull, pulling hard enough to jerk her away from the counter. The hand that held the girl forced her to face the priestess' fiery red gaze. "Slaves do<em>not</em>speak for Davriel or House Nox unless commanded to do so." Milena hissed the words through clinched teeth. "Do not disgrace us with your behavior again, girl."<br/><br/>Shara's hair was released as she was roughly shoved away. Milena turned back to the bartender, all of the rage spared for the girl replaced by a far more pleasant demeanor. "Please accept my apologies for the rudeness of our slave; we can have her beaten if it would please you. Or, if you prefer a different satisfaction, we can spare her for a night or two to make amends." The woman shrugged nonchalantly, completely unbothered by the prospect of what she was suggesting. "But I can assure you that House Nox and those that work for us mean you no disrespect." Milena took another gold coin from a purse hidden beneath a crimson sash, added it to the counter next to the one Shara had put forth, and then slid both forward with two fingers. "Two of your heartiest breakfast meals if you would be so kind, dear."