<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/41/Xazgir_Hedon.jpeg)<br/><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">●○</span></div></div><strong>Xazgir Hedon</strong>(https://www.dndbeyond.com/profile/Namey/characters/21431248)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Ruritanian Fort<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Gloss, Tami, Meow, Lucifel<br/><strong>HP</strong>: 98/98<strong>AC</strong>: 16<br/><strong>Active Effects</strong>: None<br/><strong>Spell Slots</strong>: ●●●● | ●●<br/><br/>Xaz's devilish eyes lingered on each person as they spoke, and finally they stuck on the cat. Then, he laughed. He laughed his ass off, and as he did, he went to refill and redrain his mug. Then, he slammed it down, oddly cheerfully, on the table and leaned against it. "Mortals talking about the afterlife is as old as it gets, but one thinking she is all things heavenly--and that her angelic slave adores her even more than she adores<em>herself</em>. Ha! You'd fit well in Hell. Maybe even in the Abyss.<br/><br/>"But what does that matter? I say all that truly matters is the now, especially for mortals. Nothing happens in the past, and tomorrow may never come as you want it to. Why bother with all the worry and poisonous hope? Live. Take. Enjoy. Words of wisdom." Perhaps fittingly, he moved on to his next mug after making this closing argument.