<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/><br/>A floral fragrance assaulted Davriel's olfactory senses as Milena approached, her boots clicking on the commonroom floor. Not for the first time, Davriel wondered if the strong perfume wasn't an attempt to mask the scent of her blood from him - something he considered both a dissapointment, and a relief. Nonetheless, it served to set her apart from most other humans immediately.<br/><br/>Though the dhampir felt considerably attracted to the cool beauty, he'd always been somewhat careful about drawing a line. He'd be a fool to throw away her talents in the name of sating his cravings. Here though, there were less rules. Nowhere to run to. It would be so easy...<br/><br/>A dangerous thought.<br/><br/>Davriel hastily cleared his mind. He stopped, and offered an arm as Milena drew close. His eyes, however, were elsewhere, drawn to the disturbance at the stables.<strong>"Your company would be most welcome."</strong>he replied to her, his eyes still following as the man ran east.<strong>"It seems we have competition in town. A fallen princess, if I am not mistaken.</strong><br/><br/>He finally tore his eyes away from the scene playing out in front of them to give Milena his attention. He was smiling, slightly, comfortable in his own superiority. Competition indeed... If the princess sought to compete with House Nox, then perhaps she would fall further still.<br/><br/><strong>"But that is, no doubt, a matter of little consequence. Shall we see what the commotion is about? We can discuss these oportunities upon the way."</strong><br/><br/>Davriel was intent upon following the men, but there was no urgency about it. He was merely curious what had spooked the men, and had nothing better to do with his time. He was content to stroll after them at a leisurely pace. Especially with his lovely aide-de-camp at his side.