<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d8/Dhampir_Sorceress.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Mephis<del>Daphoinos</del><br/><strong>Race:</strong><del>Ḩ̸̉å̴̱l̷̤͒f̷̺̎-̶̨̚E̴͖̾l̶̯̓f̷͓̒</del>Dhampir<br/><strong>Age:</strong>20<br/><strong>Class:</strong>Sorcerer<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Adventurer, Divine Mark, Harlot's Mark, Slave of Lord Victor Balebrook, Traitor to Atlantica<br/><hr/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Mechanics</div><div class="spoiler_body">DC 13 Investigation check to see through Mephis's Minor Illusion spell and get a good look at Thistle's breasts.</div></div><hr/>"Minor Illusion." With permission given to her, Mephis wasted little time in getting her magic going, casting the illusion spell she had promised. The air around the other woman's chest grew blurry and indistinct, so much so that, while the overall color of whatever was beneath could be seen, the texture, shape, and other such details couldn't be made out at all. "This illusion is anchored in place, rather than tied to your body, so try not to move around too much."<br/><br/>Then it was a simple matter of lifting up and removing the young woman's shirt, casting Prestidigitation once more, and then tracing her now pleasantly and soothingly cool hands over the woman's upper back, working away whatever aches or stiffness plagued her. Admittedly, the Minor Illusion spell that she had cast only lasted for a single minute per casting, but it also required the use of her Divine Brand as an arcane focus. The swirling mark on the back of her left hand was glowing brightly now, and whenever that white light began to fade, it was a sign that the magic was beginning to fade as well, that it was time to recast the spell.<br/><br/>As she worked, Cain began his explanation of what was going on. The young woman at his side who had caught each of their eyes in one way or another was named Alana, and she was on offer, putting herself up for sale in exchange for aid in saving her village and family. It was a complex offer with several things to consider, but before she gave it the thought it needed, the dhampir knew that she needed to get one final piece of information in order to be in possession of all of the facts.<br/><br/>"Before I decide whether my master will buy you or not, Alana, what are your overall skills and talents?" She asked. While her mental voice before had been warm and friendly, her actual voice now was cool and professional. "Based on everything that Lord Nyrood has told us so far, you're clearly more than just a pretty face, but I'd like a more precise idea of what you're capable of."