<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/2BS7oXh.jpeg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Milena Kulland<br/></span></span><hr/><em>Lvl 4 Cleric of Asmodeus</em><br/><strong>HP:</strong>40/40<br/><strong>AC:</strong>19<br/><strong>Standard Perception:</strong>+10<br/><hr/><br/>Milena glared at the block of 'food' tossed in her direction and twitched her nose in annoyance. Her fiery eyes then rose back up to Khaldrash and narrowed. "Careful where you aim that attitude of yours, dear." House Nox had hired the man for one thing only -- to swing a sword -- because that was all that his people were good for. Nothing of value would be lost if he suddenly became a tongueless orc that swung a sword.<br/><br/>The woman crossed her arms just beneath her chest and angled her chin as if studying the person across from her. "There are many more forms of hardship than you know, orc. Just because I do not wear my scars on the outside like you, that does not mean that I carry none. My master is not renowned for his compassion, and I have sacrificed for every shred of power given to me. So do not pretend that a minor discomfort like stale bread is an obstacle that I cannot overcome." Milena picked up the hardtack and sent it back in Khaldrash's direction with a flick of her wrist just in time for Davriel to return from his conversation with the wizard. It was a welcome distraction from the bickering with the orc that had forgotten his place.<br/><br/>"Do not pay the wizard any mind." Her hand gave a casual gesture of dismissal in Twin's direction. "We are not here for him or whatever it is that he wishes you to do." A thoughtful looked crossed her eyes. "Speaking of which, have you given thought to our first move? I grow bored of this town. Surely there is some valuable natural resource we can lay claim to? Once money starts flowing back to House Nox, perhaps we can request some materials and laborers for a proper residence. Not this..." Milena looked around, an expresssion of disdain settling into her features, "this...<em>shack</em>."<br/><br/>Meanwhile, on the floor of the inn, Milena's serpent companion had curiously slithered over to the woman that presented her offering to him. The snake's head rose from the floor. Its forked tongue darted from its mouth. Seconds passed as the serpent seemingly considered the meal before him. Then its mouth opened, not to sink its venomous fangs into the unfortunate insect, but to speak. Its voice had a wispy, whispering quality that was simultaneously unsettling and enthralling, though it only spoke in the tongue of the devils.<acronym title="I reject your offer">"Fitytoltu'i"</acronym>Then, apparently having lost interest in the struggling centipede, the snake began crawling back to its spot beneath one of the windows.