<br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/2I6rrIO.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><del>Serana Strode</del>(https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2697354) Josephine<br/><strong>Race:</strong>Human<br/><strong>Age:</strong>19<br/><strong>Class:</strong>lv.3 Artificer<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Adventurer<br/><hr/><strong>Effects:</strong><br/><strong>Action:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Serana was simmering, doing everything she could not to lose it. The suggestion that her own kingdom had a hand in it only compounded the anger she felt. However she froze when Ionli tried to calm her down, and then came Mephis's voice in her head again. The Princess was silent for a time, to the point it may start to feel uncomfortable, her hidden face unreadable. Serana tried her best to think it through rationally. What she wanted was to storm into whatever tent Lord Balebrook was hiding in and start snapping limbs until he agreed to transfer Mephis away. What she wanted was to take her and Alana back to Atlantica where they would not be treated as slaves, regardless of what their sheets might say. What she wanted was to hunt down the people responsible for selling Mephis in the first place and see them suffer for it. But would she actually be able to accomplish those things? And if she did what would it mean for herself? For her father?<br/><br/>Serana's fist unclenched, and she wordlessly stood up and made her way towards the tent flap, "Finish your negotiations then. Do what you feel you must" she relented, before stepping outside. Once there she would turn away from the tent and let her helmet retract, freeing her head to get some air and hopefully cool off.