<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/>"I see..." Milena's fingers tapped thoughtfully against her lap. It was not necessarily the information Davriel had sent her to collect, but it was nonetheless valuable information to have. Shipping lanes needed to be secured, especially if they were to rely on regular trade to get the town up and running. And they apparently shared the area with no less than three bands of pirates, all of whom waged war against one another. To Milena, it sounded like the solution to one problem could be used to solve the other. A plan began to formulate in her head: offer House Nox's assistance to the most reasonable bunch of pirates and cut a deal to have them make the waters safer. Everyone wins.<br/><br/>"And what is it that brings you here, if you don't mind my asking?" This was not the only question she had for the wizard, but it was the most diplomatic among them. Davriel did, after all, make a note of requesting that House Nox maintain an amicable relation with this man, and Milena had no intention of being the one to sour that relationship just to satisfy curiosity. "You could lounge about and smoke in an inn at any number of major ports, and yet you are here. Surely there must be something of value to draw you here."