<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/>The only sign of Milena's temper was a slight flare of her nostrils as she took in a steadying breath. Mouser's frivolity rubbed her the wrong way. He had given them less than nothing and expected to be drowned in alcohol for it. There were many things that she could tolerate with remarkable patience, but narcissistic fools and their antics were not among them.<br/><br/>Davriel's context did, however, shed a new light on the ridiculous man's behavior. How many times had Milena seen a sibling, a child, or a parent fall into entitlement when another member of the family achieved greatness? Mouser was a failure that rode on coattails and stole spotlight he did not earn. Nothing more. The note of contempt worn on Milena's features noticeably deepened as she stole another glance at the man sharing his table with no one. Pathetic.<br/><br/>But in that explanation, there were possibilities. By having the brother of one of the captains in their retinue, House Nox at least guaranteed themselves a chance to speak with this Captain Kazeel on relatively amicable terms. Could they hope to achieve the same with the ghost of Aur and the madness of Teach? Milena did not think so.<br/><br/>For now, Milena distracted herself by nodding at the words of the drow. "Yes, Ithika, we've heard as much as well. I believe that the wedge between the wizard and the princess benefits us; it keeps Twin lost in his thoughts and his woman out of his good graces." Milena didn't feel the need to elaborate on why it was best to keep the bizarrely powerful wizard and rival adventure party leader from fucking. "Anything that widens the rift between them only aids us. If an opportunity presents itself -- take it."<br/><br/>With that business done, that left only one other thing. Milena sighed and grimaced in a disgusted sort of way. "Mouser, dear?" Milena called to the other table, doing her best to sweeten her dark, velvety voice. "This brother of yours, what would it take to get you to lead us to him?"