<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 Eldritch Knight</em><br/><strong>HP:</strong>31<br/><strong>AC:</strong>12<br/><strong>Standard Perception:</strong>4<br/><hr/><br/>Davriel glanced up as the servant approached, his expression disinterested. He seemed quite relaxed, sitting leisurely in the shade as the servant made his report. A pot of fresh tea steamed gently within arm's reach, as the half-vampire sipped at his cup. He didn't even need to speak, with Milena taking the initiative on his behalf.<br/><br/><strong>"Mmm. Yes, very good."</strong>He acknowledged, as he put the fine china aside for a moment.<strong> "We'll follow along shortly, in person. Once morning tea is finished. No reason to waste more manpower when I would very much like to take a look for myself."</strong><br/><br/>The fact that his other scouts hadn't returned barely concerned Davriel. In fact, he would be far more upset at the money he'd have wasted if they turned up dead, than worried about danger to himself. He was a vampire after all. King of the dark. What possible threat could the ghosts of a dead mine pose him?