<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d8/Dhampir_Sorceress.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Mephis<del>Daphoinos</del><br/><strong>Race:</strong><del>Ḩ̸̉å̴̱l̷̤͒f̷̺̎-̶̨̚E̴͖̾l̶̯̓f̷͓̒</del>Dhampir<br/><strong>Age:</strong>20<br/><strong>Class:</strong>Sorcerer<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Adventurer, Divine Mark, Harlot's Mark, Slave of Lord Victor Balebrook, Traitor to Atlantica,<em>Inspired</em><br/><hr/>"I feel pretty similarly to how you do, actually," Mephis responded, looking up at the minotauress with a smile. "We definitely should try talking first. I think it's a bit unlikely that there's some sort of forbidden romance going on, but at the very least, it sounded back at the guild like this orc wasn't violent or feral. He's just been camping out nearby and our client is worried for his daughter's chastity.<br/><br/>"We'll try to get a better idea of what's going on when we meet the orc. If he's just horny, I'm sure neither one of us has any problem with making sure he leaves satisfied, and if it's something else, we should be able to figure out a solution, between your strength and my magic. We can use force if everything else fails... but I don't think it will come to that."<br/><br/>Maybe the orc was camping out in the lands near the farms because he was looking for work, or perhaps he had other reasons... Either way, the dhampir certainly felt more curious about the situation than anything else. She returned her own attention to the trail as well, keeping her eyes peeled for the signs of the orc's passing.