<br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.postimg.cc/Sx8p1qwx/images-95.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Davriel Nox<br/></span></span><hr/><em>Lvl 4 Twihard</em><br/><strong>HP:</strong>???<br/><strong>AC:</strong>???<br/><strong>Standard Perception:</strong>???<br/><hr/><br/><strong>"Yeah, I can see how that could pose a real problem..."</strong>The half-vampire muttered, nodding. After a moment of deep thought, however, he relaxed, sitting back from where he'd been drawn forward to.<strong>"Still, not much to be done about it. I'll certainly keep an eye out for the cards, though there shouldn't be any lack of the usual bumbling halfwits to do your legwork for you..."</strong><br/><br/>He trailed off. Backtracked. A suspicion crept over him. The prescence of this continent, he'd said.<em>This</em>Continent. He leaned in very close, and lowered his voice, to keep what he was about to say from prying ears.<br/><br/><strong>"Say... What <em>exactly</em> are you planning on doing when you say: <em>make a wish</em>..." </strong><br/><br/>Surely it couldn't  be what he suspected, could it? He was just overthinking it, right? But if it had been done once... Then it could be done again...