<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/O0QSXt4.png)</div><div align="center">  Lenore Melisandre (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2172349)</div><div align="center"><strong>HP:</strong> 58/58 - <strong>AC:</strong> 20 - <strong>PP:</strong> 4 - <strong>Psi Focused:</strong> Yes -  <strong>PM Activations:</strong> 3/3</div><strong>Status:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Lenore had been beyond surprised to receive the Queen's message. In her short time accepting such work, she hadn't thought she had built up any particularly noteworthy reputation, much less enough to catch the eye of nobility. Apparently she had been wrong, and all too fast, relatively speaking, the once humble jeweler found herself haunting the halls of a royal palace. Needless to say she had accepted, it would have been needless stupid not to. She didn't much care for this kind of adventuring work, she much preferred a quiet life, which is exactly why a job like this was impossible to pass up. Completing this job would leave her financially stable for months, if not years, which would allow her to step back from this kind of work. With this one quest she could spare herself a hundred bounties and escort missions, and that alone was enough to draw her in.<br/><br/>Of course being able to stay at an honest to gods castle didn't hurt either. For a lowly war orphan this kind of luxury had been beyond her dreams. Hell it was beyond anything she even had reference to fantasize about. Lavish stables for her horses, steaming hot baths with scented oils, multiple course meals three times a day, not to mention whatever treats she may fancy, and a silk sheeted bed awaiting her at the end of each night. She could feel the corrupting influence of such luxuries spoiling away at her, and she made a point of spending some of her time in town so as not to get too sucked in to such indulgence. It was, after all, a fleeting visit and nothing more. And of course she did not miss the opportunity to promote her business, selling her jewelry to the court nobles and townsfolk alike.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Craft check to make and sell jewelry during her stay</div><div class="spoiler_body">1d20a7 Result: 25 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=146109)</div></div><br/><br/>When the time of the meeting came she mostly stayed silent and out of the way. Her eyes flicked between the others assembled there, quietly evaluating her new companions. Lenore wasn't exactly the most...sociable person, and wasn't particularly skilled at casual conversation. If she pushed herself she could handle people well enough, but there was something unmistakably "off" about her. As if she was haunted by something, and it had left part of her personality stunted. So aside from some stilted small talk she hadn't gotten to know anyone too well. The one she had gotten closest too was probably Sruti, due to a shared interest and profession in crafting, Lenore having made several attempts to strike up conversations and probe her mind for insight on her inventions and craftsmanship, but even that had been pretty awkward. Still it was a rather interesting bunch, though whether it was the good kind of interesting had yet to be seen. The one in the red hood seemed almost comically villainous looking, almost reminding her of the necromancers she had been held captive by years ago. Naturally this made her wary of him, she would even feel her face subtly twitch just being near him. Then there was the pirate lady, who also looked like she could be dangerous, but was much more amusing and jovial at least, the kind of affability that could easily lower one's guard, no doubt intentional. Then there was the aforementioned Sruti, who seemed the most normal of those gathered, scarred face and mechanical pets aside. She liked Sruti, or at least liked what she had seen of the woman so far, limited as it was.<br/><br/>When the burnt woman opened up the scroll, Lenore would silently find her way to her side and peer over her shoulder to glance it over as well, "And if the seal isn't being properly maintained, what exactly does that mean? Would it pose any kind of threat or danger? Either to us specifically or in general" she asked, doing her best to ignore the seemingly arcane thrumming in her head, wondering if any similar sensations or phenomenon would come with approaching this strange seal.<br/><br/>